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.

the room turned instantly tensed because of his presence. Everyone stopped

wanting to offend anyone, I also bowed before Alpha Theron, copying the posture of the people around me. Nova also followed suit with a fearful expression on her

us is the infamous Alpha known all over the world. We would be seeking death if we offended

as he stared at her right through the glass. Feeling curious, I raised my head a little to steal a look at him. No one aside from me dared to

I saw him again after so many years.

unruly teenagers who always indulged ourselves with misconduct and mischief.

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

these years reminded me of

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

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

and the trials of

the men that we have

testament to the burdens of leading a Pack through

wonder if we could still bring back our friendship or

the academy just like I did. Theron left early when his father suddenly

came back, and since

eyes narrowed suspiciously as I continued to observe him in secret. I studied his stoic expression and

like he had already seen her before,