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..

me. You can wait

I will go out first.

gave one last look around the room just to make sure that we did

Astrid!" Nova's panicking voice entered

left the room and ran across the hallways until I reached them, standing near

when she saw me come

who was lying on the ground, unmoving, with tears welling in

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

a hand below her back to support her. "Just breathe, Astrid!" I repeated, commanding her to breathe. Astrid looked at me, her eyes red with tears

wasn't having a

having a panic attack. It was fear that was consuming her, constricting her

body react like this.

have possibly

my gaze drifted to the staircase and

PTSD. Astrid has suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, which

a fear of heights that was so severe that her body would turn

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

laid her back to her

the doctors," I commanded

her head and ran outside in

here, I'm not going to let anything happen to you," I spoke in a soothing, gentle tone. "Take deep

rested her head on my shoulders, matching the rising and falling of my chest. Soon enough, Astrid finally

on her. The first thing I noticed was how her gaze