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.

it saying what had been building inside me for so long, letting him bear the weight of everything I had been holding in. The rejection. The frustration. The pain

this. Astrid's coldness, her distance-it

treated her, the way he never truly valued what he had. If it

maybe I wouldn't be standing here now,

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

I shut my mouth. I let the words wither and die on my tongue. I turned my back on him, the weight of

is Astrid?" Killian shouted after

didn't answer him. I didn't owe him anything - least of all an explanation. The rage that twisted inside me like a violent storm was too

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

but I didn't care. The

of the forest, the wheels kicking up dirt and

the thick trees

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

didn't care. The wind whipped through the open windows,

like I was being torn apart from the inside. Astrid's rejection was like

headlights cut through the dark, illuminating the empty road ahead,

Astrid. Always Astrid.

distance, her indifference. I wanted to hate her. I wanted to blame her for all of

no matter how much I tried

I was driving down this road like a madman, the truth gnawed at the

wasn't just her. It wasn't