Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 95: An Old Friend

Drystan's POV

I swallowed hard as Beta Alex ushered Nova and me into Astrid's dimly lit quarters. My nose twitched slightly when the heavy scent of medicinal herbs entered my nostrils. The air inside the room is thick with the scent of medicine and tense anticipation. As I entered inside, my gaze fell upon Astrid, her lithe form motionless upon a specialized treatment cot, surrounded by a flurry of white-clad physicians tending to her with solemn concentration.

Astrid's clothes are also changed into a white hospital robe. She looked pale and fragile inside the glass, a sign of how her life was slowly seeping out of her.

Nova gasped softly beside me, her delicate features etched with concern as she took in the scene before us.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly running dry. Different emotions churned within me: fear, worry, and no small measure of guilt. It's my fault that Astrid is fighting for her life. I should be the one lying in that bed, not her. Because of me, she had lost her child.

"H-How is she?" I managed to ask without my voice breaking.

Beta Alek opened his mouth to answer. However, he suddenly bowed, sending a wave of tension through the air.

I slowly turned around when I felt an immense power behind me. Slowly turning, I found myself face to face with an imposing figure Theron, the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack.

I watched as he treaded inside the room with four guards lined up behind him. Two on his left and two on his right.

room turned instantly tensed because of his presence. Everyone stopped what they were doing as

bowed before Alpha Theron, copying the posture of the people around me. Nova also followed suit with a

infamous Alpha known all over the world. We would be seeking death

inside without sparing us a glance. Astrid instantly caught his attention when he entered the room. He slowly approached her with a deep look in his eyes as he stared at her right through the glass. Feeling curious, I raised my

him again after so many years. The last time I saw him, we were still

ourselves with misconduct and mischief. We never took anything seriously and

background and had made a lot of achievements, when I was with Theron, we only knew how

after all these years reminded me of the past and the fun that

He is still the same. However, his bright face had turned sagged and dull, and strands of silver had tainted his

that we used to be anymore. Time had already etched its mark on us both. The

and the

had transformed us into the men that we have turned

in Theron's features is a testament to the burdens of leading a Pack through this

we separated. I wonder if we could still bring back our friendship or if it would make

just like I did. Theron left early when

at school became permanent. He never came back, and since then, we've lost our connection. We never had the chance to formally give our goodbyes. After that, I

as I continued to observe him in secret. I studied his stoic expression and the deep look he had in his

had already seen her before, and it was like he knew her. It's