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.

I called out her name as I stood up,

her fingers began to twitch, her nails elongated into

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

grew taut, her delicate features hardening and shifting before my very eyes. A low guttural growl rumbled in her throat, sending a chill down my spine. This was no longer my

dead. What is this beast that is lurking

"Astrid?" I whispered, my

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

the creature before me threatened to

looked at me

gaze, but at the

the one looking at me. Her yellow irises looked fierce and wild,

to my sides, even thought was capable of protecting myself as a

eyes, facing her head-on, hoping that my strong resolve could call her back to her

it suddenly swung open. Before Astrid could do any harm to me, my son Andros

react to his arrival, he suddenly rushed behind Astrid

caught in surprise, not expecting that

watched as she found her limbs growing heavy and her consciousness slipping away Astrid's movements grew sluggish, then ceased

as I caught Astrid in my

of control, I had to do something," Andros answered as he held up the empty

was waiting for her to wake up, but