Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 161: Abnormalities

Alpha Theron's POV

I peered down at my precious daughter, who was sleeping peacefully on her bed. She doesn't look as pale as she had before. Color had finally formed on her lips, and her cheeks were painted.

Seeing her healthy, rosy complexion, I smiled and felt more relieved. Asha had told me that Astrid was getting better and better each day.

Astrid is a fighter who refuses to succumb to her defeat; soon enough, she's going to wake up soon, and I want to be the first thing she sees when she wakes up.

Until now, I still have no idea how I will explain that she lost her wolf when she woke up.

As a werewolf, losing your wolf does not mean becoming an average human. Our wolves and humans are one. When you lose your other half, it would literally feel like losing something that has been a considerable part of your life. It's like half of your soul torn away from you, lost forever. A half of your life gone missing.

Astrid had already gone through a lot of things. She lost her mate and husband, she lost her son, and then she lost her wolf.

I'm afraid that this would be the last blow. I want to help her, to make her feel that even if she has lost everything, she still has me with her.

However, I know that wouldn't help her. Astrid hates me, and I know she blames me for what happened to her mother and what happened to her life.

I am the root cause of all of this. It was I who destroyed everything.

I sat at the edge of Astrid's bed, my brow creased with worry when her rhythmic breaths suddenly turned into labored breaths.

her name as I stood up, my eyes wide

her nails elongated into

disbelief as I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. What was happening to my

skin grew taut, her delicate features hardening and shifting before my very eyes. A low guttural growl rumbled in her throat,

already dead. What

I whispered,

no longer the warm brown I knew but a piercing predatory yellow. She let out a feral snarl, her body

as the creature before me threatened

looked at me

gaze, but

looked fierce and wild, I could only take a few steps back

wall. I placed my arms firmly to my sides, even thought was capable of protecting myself as a

get hurt than hurt her. I stared into Astrid's eyes, facing her head-on,

snapped toward the door, and it suddenly swung open. Before Astrid could do any harm to me, my son Andros arrived just on time. He barged into the room with something

he suddenly rushed behind Astrid and

in surprise, not expecting

late. I watched as she found her limbs growing heavy and her consciousness slipping away Astrid's movements grew sluggish,

I caught Astrid in my arms before she could

dad. She was out of control, I had to do something," Andros answered as he held up the empty syringe in

Astrid, who had slipped away from her consciousness again. I was waiting