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.

I considered it saying what had been building inside me for so long, letting him bear the weight of everything I had

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

truly valued what he had. If it weren't for him, maybe Astrid wouldn't be so

way I loved her. Maybe... maybe I wouldn't

to hurl those words at him, to make him understand

sure I could control. But as I stared at him - his confusion, his concern-something stopped

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

Astrid?" Killian shouted

didn't owe him anything - least of all an explanation. The rage that

kept walking, my boots crunching against the gravel, their voices

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

gear and peeled out of the forest, the wheels kicking up dirt and leaves as I sped away from the pack,

the road winding through the thick trees like a dark vein cutting

white, but I

putting myself in danger but I didn't care. The wind whipped through the open windows, cold and

tear the world apart the way it felt like I was being torn apart from

through the dark, illuminating the empty road ahead, but my mind was

Astrid. Always Astrid.

I could see, all I could think about. Her words, her distance, her indifference. I wanted to hate

how much I

problem, that she was the reason I was driving down this road like a madman, the truth gnawed at the back of

just her. It