Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 274: Attachments

Astrid's POV

A small smile tugged at my lips as I tilted my head back, gazing up at the moon above us. Its soft, silvery glow offered me a soft silence and peace that I really needed right now.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I shivered slightly as the cool breeze brushed against my skin.

I missed the late night walks that I used to have back at Nightsong Pack when my life was more free and easy, without any responsibilities to think about.

I was grateful Drystan had pulled me out of there. The bright lights, the endless chatter, I never liked those types of things. I always preferred the silence that loneliness offers than the noise of the crowd.

Finally, I could be out here in peace, I never liked attending any gatherings.

Out here, under the stars, in the quiet of the night, everything seemed simpler. I found solace in the calm that the night provided.

I glanced at Drystan, walking beside me, his smile easy and genuine. His steps were light, as though just being near me was enough to fill him with contentment.

He didn't need to say it - I could feel it. His presence had always been a comfort, a steady warmth beside me. Even now, I could sense the quiet reassurance he offered without words, as we strolled in silence, the moonlight painting a soft glow over the path ahead.

The Silvermoon Pack's grand estate loomed in the background, fading as we walked further from the noise and the people.

Out here, it felt as though the world had shrunk to just the two of us. Under the stars, beneath the moon, the weight of everything seemed to lessen, just for a while.

in Drystan's company, and it felt the

now?" Drystan's voice broke

I hadn't really been thinking

continued after a beat, his words slow and careful. "It's the perfect opportunity... for revenge." Revenge. The word lingered in the air between us, sharp and heavy, and I felt

just to escape from the gathering and have

on his mind - my plans. He wanted to talk about what I would do next,

sighed, trying to shake off the strange unease that had crept

had thought I would feel eager to talk about them, to see them unfold.

my voice steady despite

He mistook my hesitation for something else. He thought I was

voice was low, almost conspiratorial. He stepped closer, his gaze full of the same anticipation I had seen before. "Just a few more days, Astrid. Just a few more, and you won't have to act kind toward them anymore the people

mine, as if looking for the fire he expected to find there. "You won't have to stay in this place that's filled with bad memories.

my stomach. Once, I might have felt a thrill at the thought of bringing Silvermoon to its knees. But now... now I

desire to exact revenge felt strangely hollow. Why wasn't I more excited? Why wasn't I feeling the satisfaction I

myself. Guilt seized me, a cold and merciless grip, as I realized that I'm letting my son

distant, almost unreachable, and in its place was a growing

I reached into my pocket. my fingers closing around something small and smooth. Slowly, I pulled out a heart shaped

my hand, and rubbed it with my hand. This rock was his way of showing me

mother and harming him is the