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.

Drystan's company, and it felt

your next plans now?" Drystan's voice broke

of my calm reverie by his question. I hadn't really been thinking about that lately, at least not as much as I should

beat, his words slow and careful. "It's the

thought Drystan called me out just to escape from the gathering

- my plans. He wanted to talk about what I

the strange unease that had

had already laid out my plans, meticulously, piece by piece. I had thought I would feel eager to talk about them, to

voice steady despite the twist of in my

something else. He thought I was feeling uneasy

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

for the fire he expected to find there. "You won't have

were meant to comfort and encourage me, only deepened the knot in my stomach. Once, I might have felt a thrill at the thought of bringing Silvermoon

hollow. Why wasn't I

son, and not for myself. Guilt seized me, a cold and merciless grip,

in its place was a growing discomfort -

pocket. my fingers closing around something small and smooth. Slowly,

This rock was

his mother and harming him is the best way to have my revenge, I