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..

I'll talk to Alpha Theron. No one has to come with me. You can wait for me here," I answered Nova's question, directing my words to

first. Let's just meet outside," Astrid spoke

one last look around the room

Astrid!" Nova's panicking voice entered my

ran across the hallways until I reached them,

Nova looked at me in panic when she saw

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

froze up and

I repeated, commanding her to breathe. Astrid looked at me, her eyes red with tears and her

having a seizure.

consuming her, constricting her chest, her muscles tightening, making her unable to

body react like this. I

have possibly triggered hem

gaze drifted to the staircase and

PTSD. Astrid has suffered from post-traumatic stress

a fear of heights that was

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

laid her back to her bed and held her

the doctors," I

and

happen to you," I spoke in

matching the rising and

down on her. The first thing I noticed was how her gaze finally cleared