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.

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

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

her, the way he never truly valued what he had. If it weren't for him, maybe

Maybe... maybe I wouldn't be standing here now, with this bitterness clawing its

words at him,

rising, threatening to spill out in ways I wasn't sure I

and die on my tongue. I turned my back on

is Astrid?" Killian shouted

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

my boots crunching against the gravel, their

didn't care. The engine roared to life, loud and angry, echoing the fury that

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

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

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

wind whipped through

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

the dark, illuminating the empty

Astrid. Always Astrid.

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

no matter how

was driving down this road like a

It wasn't just the