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.

moment, I considered 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 that Astrid's words had left

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

he had. If it

the way I loved her. Maybe... maybe I wouldn't be standing here now, with this bitterness clawing its way out of

opened my mouth to speak, to hurl those words at him, to make him understand what

I wasn't sure I could control.

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

Killian shouted

anything - least of all an explanation. The rage that twisted inside me like a violent storm was

only make it worse. So I kept walking, my boots crunching against the gravel, their voices fading into the background

my pocket, but I didn't care. The engine roared to life, loud and angry, echoing

wheels kicking up dirt and leaves as I sped away from the pack, from Killian,

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

turned white, but I didn't slow down.

too fast, putting myself 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 cool the fire

wanted to scream, to tear the world apart the way it felt like I was being

the empty

Astrid. Always Astrid.

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

no matter how much I

the reason I was driving

It