Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 284: Heartbreak Drystan's

POV

A storm broke loose inside me the moment I turned away from Astrid.

My feet moved without thought, each step heavier than the last, and I didn't care where I was going-I just needed to leave. To get away from the weight of her words, her rejection.

The sound of my boots pounding against the earth drowned out the distant voices behind me, but it wasn't enough to quiet the roar in my chest.

I passed through the pack's courtyard in a blur, the cold night air biting against my skin, but I barely noticed. I only had one thing in mind - distance. I needed to get away from everything.

"Drystan!" Damien's voice cut through the air, sharp with confusion. I had no choice but to walk past through them to leave the Pack.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked out loud, sensing the tension gripping my entire body.

I ignored him. My jaw clenched so tightly I could feel the muscles strain. I heard their footsteps quicken, coming up behind me.

Damien, Killian, and a few others stood in curiosity, watching me. Their surprise was evident, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Not even for them.

Killian caught up first, his brow furrowed in concern. "Drystan, wait - what happened? Where are you going?" His voice was firm, a mixture of authority and confusion.

I glanced at him, just enough to see the question burning in his eyes. I stilled, my hands clenching tightly as I stared at him.

bear the weight of everything

of this. Astrid's coldness, her distance-it

he never truly valued what he had. If it weren't

loved me the way I loved her. Maybe... maybe I wouldn't be

opened my mouth to speak, to hurl those words at him,

to spill out in ways I wasn't sure I could control. But as I stared at him - his confusion,

and die on my tongue. I turned my back on him, the weight of silence heavier than anything

Killian

him. I didn't owe him anything - least of all an explanation.

make it worse. So I kept walking, my boots crunching against the

pulled the keys from my pocket, but I didn't care. The engine roared to life, loud and angry, echoing the fury that

wheels kicking up

stretched ahead of me, the road winding through the thick trees like a dark vein cutting through the

the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, but I didn't slow down. If

in danger but I didn't care. The wind whipped through the open windows, cold and biting against my face, but it wasn't enough to

scream, to tear the world apart the way it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. Astrid's rejection was like a knife, still twisting,

the dark, illuminating the empty road ahead, but my

Astrid. Always Astrid.

all I could think about. Her words, her distance, her indifference.

how much I tried

was driving down this road

just her. It wasn't