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..

one has to come with me. You can wait for me here," I answered Nova's question,

go out first. Let's just

behind. I gave one last look around the room just to

Nova's panicking voice entered my

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

me in panic when she

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

froze up and

breathed," I spoke firmly as I crouched beside Astrid and placed 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 and

wasn't having

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

her, making her body react like this. I looked

have possibly triggered hem

gaze drifted to the staircase and the looming height

Astrid has suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, which

to her recently, she had developed a fear of heights that was so severe that her body

look at me. Look at me," I commanded her as I carried her bridal style to

back to her

doctors," I commanded

nodded her head and ran outside in a

anything happen to you," I spoke in a soothing, gentle tone. "Take deep breaths," I

the rising and falling of my chest. Soon

The first thing I noticed was how her