Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Andros's POV

As I stared intently at Giselle, I couldn't help but notice the tension etched in her features.

It was clear that she was struggling with her emotions. I could recognize the anger and resentment simmering just beneath her surface.

Her narrowed eyes and tight jaw spoke volumes about her feelings towards Astrid.

A flicker of satisfaction ran through me. I wasn't alone in my feelings; I could see that Giselle shared my disdain, matching the hatred I harbored towards Astrid.

I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling the weight of the moment. It was evident that she did not approve of Astrid living with them in their Pack.

Her disapproval is more than just being protective; it's rooted in a deep-seated dislike that resembles exactly what I feel towards Astrid.

I understand what Giselle is going through right now. And right now, what she needs is help. I believe I could give her exactly the help that she needs.

My father suddenly spoke up, breaking the tension in the room. "Great, now that is settled, Astrid will travel with you back to the Silvermoon Pack. The earlier we start the training, the better prepared we will be for the challenges ahead." My father's words hung in the air, a decisive move that shifted the focus back to action.

Alpha Killian nodded, his expression resolute. "We'll make the necessary arrangements for her arrival. The warriors need to be ready, and I'll ensure that we prioritize their training."

ugly as she turned more upset by her

before concluding the meeting. "Everyone is dismissed. Let's

began to rise from their seats, I sat and waited. I glanced at Astrid and Father, who retreated to

how the father yearns for intimacy with his daughter. However, Astrid stood in the distance, still treating his own father

left. Even as she hurried to leave the room, I could

she's afraid that she won't be

will be estranged from her father.

continue with my tasks," I excused myself to

just nodded his head, letting me leave. He is busy

took a different turn instead and passed

angrily in a secluded area, her fists clenched at her sides. She paced back and forth her brows furrowed, and lips pressed into a thin

a fire. It was evident

was just someone who happened to pass by and accidentally saw

my voice. She instantly straightened herself, but

as I took a step closer

me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting to see me here. I

all right.

Her brows pressed together, revealing a hint of concern as she