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.

because of his presence. Everyone stopped what they were

anyone, I also bowed before Alpha Theron, copying the posture of the people around me. Nova

over the world. We would be

continued walking 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.

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

used to be unruly teenagers who always indulged ourselves with misconduct and mischief. We never took anything seriously and

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

me of the past and the fun that

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

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

and the trials

into the

features is a testament to the burdens of leading

passed when we separated. I wonder if we could still bring back our friendship or if it

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

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

stoic expression and the

at her was so intense; it was like he had already seen her before, and it was like he