Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 114: PTSD

Drystan's POV

In the end, Astrid managed to convince Nova and me to bring her back to the Pack in exchange for a promise that she would visit here every week for her routine checks.

Astrid really didn't want to stay here any longer. Ever since she found out that her father was actually the Alpha of this Pack, she couldn't wait to leave.

Asha, on the other hand, hadn't seen Asha since she found out that Astrid was her half-sister. She had never shown herself to us ever since

When we arrived at the Shadowfang Pack, we brought nothing with us except ourselves.

It was an unplanned trip. Thankfully, the Shadowfang Pack provided us with clothes so we could change.

Now that we are returning to our pack, we changed the clothes that we wore at Killian's engagement party since it was the only one we owned.

"Are you really sure that you'd come with us?" I asked Astrid for the umpteenth time already.

Astrid nodded her head, not getting tired of giving me the same response.

"Even if you ask me for a million times, Drystan. I will never change my mind," she replied while looking at me in the eye.

"Are we not going to tell Alpha Theron that we are leaving?" Nova asked after she was done cleaning the room where we stayed so it would look the same as it was before we stayed there. Since Astrid is coming with me, there's no need for Nova to stay behind.

Astrid averted her gaze when she heard Nova's question..

to come with me. You can

I will go out first. Let's

gave one last look around the

Astrid!" Nova's panicking

across the hallways

panic when she saw me come out of the

fell on Astrid, who was lying on the ground, unmoving,

don't know what happened. She just froze up and fell," Nova explained frantically as she was

spoke firmly as I crouched beside Astrid and placed a hand below her back to support her. "Just breathe, Astrid!" I repeated, commanding

wasn't having

attack. It was fear that was consuming her, constricting her chest, her muscles

had triggered her, making her body react

have possibly triggered

to the staircase and the looming

has suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, which she wasn't aware

of heights that

commanded her as I carried her bridal style to take her away from what was causing

her back to her bed

doctors," I

nodded her head and ran outside in

I spoke in a soothing, gentle tone. "Take deep breaths," I whispered as I took deep breaths

my shoulders, matching the rising and falling

her. The first thing I noticed was how her gaze