Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 238: Not Alone

Astrid's POV

I held a bemused expression on my face as I stepped out of my room, a whirlwind of disheveled thoughts and half-hearted energy swirling around me.

Today, I'm going to be on my way to Silvermoon Pack. I thought I'd be motivated and excited; I'd waited for more than three years to be given a chance at revenge.

Yet, I didn't expect that I'd feel absolutely nothing about it. Instead, a strange emptiness settled in my gut, as if the anticipation had been siphoned away.

Ever since my son died, avenging him has been my only goal in life. I must be feeling empty because I knew even if I annihilated the whole Silvermoon Pack, nothing could bring my son back to life.

I slung my bag tight on my shoulder as I closed my door behind me, ready to leave. As I glanced back at my almost empty room, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach, and I wondered how long it would take me to return here. Would I be successful in avenging my son?

Would I even be able to come back alive?

"Miss Astrid."

I was startled when someone spoke up behind me. I was so occupied in my thoughts that I failed to sense anyone approaching.

I turned slowly and saw a Pack Omega standing behind me with her head lowered in respect.

"Miss Astrid," she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Alpha wishes to talk to you before you leave."

I was also planning to visit him

way to come to his office," I answered

Plant Nursery. He wishes to speak to you there," she

is an unusual choice for a meeting, but then again, Theron had always had a connection to

always spent it in

on a wooden chair set under a small hut. The sunlight

but he was here resting, letting his son take charge of the

"Alpha Theron," I called,

breaking across his face.

his gentle inquiry, I hesitated. "I'm fine," I replied forcing a smile to reassure him. "Why

eager to get

point.

en novelxo

simply smiled at my question.

into the chair beside him, the scent of blooming flowers enveloping us. The vibrant colors around us felt alive, a stark contrast to the

forming as memories surged to the surface. The pain of

they did to you... I

tightened as I tried to

still breathing today is because I don't dare