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 been holding in.

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

he treated her, the way he never truly valued what he had. If it weren't for him, maybe Astrid wouldn't be so guarded,

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

mouth to speak, to hurl those words at him, to make

wasn't sure I could control. But as I stared at him

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

Astrid?" Killian

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

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

pulled the keys from my pocket, but I didn't care. The engine

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

winding through the thick trees like a dark

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

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 raging

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

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

Astrid. Always Astrid.

her

matter how

that she was the reason I was driving down this road like

wasn't just her. It wasn't just