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.

instantly tensed because of his presence. Everyone

copying the posture of

over the world. We would be seeking death if we

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

many years. The last time I saw him, we were

misconduct and mischief. We never took anything seriously

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

all these years reminded me of the past and the fun that we shared

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

we used to be anymore. Time had already etched

the trials

us into the men that we

age in Theron's features is a testament to the burdens

if we could still bring back our friendship or if it

did. Theron left early when his father suddenly took him out

back, and since then, we've lost our connection. We never had the chance to formally give our goodbyes. After that, I thought we

in secret. I studied his stoic expression and the deep look he had

was so intense; it was like he had already seen