Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 285: No More Running Drystan's POV

I slammed the brakes, the tires screeching as the car jolted to a violent stop in the middle of the empty road.

The sudden silence felt deafening, as though the world had paused just to witness my breakdown.

My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but this time it wasn't the rage that fueled me.

It wasn't the blinding, red-hot anger that had consumed me minutes ago. It was something far heavier, something I couldn't escape from - guilt.

My hands shook, trembling uncontrollably, but not because I was furious. The fire that had raged within me had burned out, leaving only ashes of regret.

I had been so obsessed with my own pain, my own selfish desire, that I'd failed to see the damage I was leaving in my wake. I had been blind-willfully blind to the hurt I was causing.

I let out a long, shaky breath, my chest tight as I leaned back into the seat.

My head fell against the headrest, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, wishing I could shut out the

crushing weight of the truth. But it was there, looming over me, undeniable.

When I opened my eyes, I stared up at the dark sky. The stars were hidden, suffocated behind thick clouds, as if they were refusing to witness my downfall.

And for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt just as lost as they were.

Nova deserved better. Better than the selfish man I had become. I had been no different from Killian. He had taken Astrid for granted, and now I was doing the same with Nova.

But I wouldn't be like him. I couldn't be like him.

going to let this end the same way. Nova deserved more than just an empty apology or hollow words. She deserved the truth-deserved to know that I saw the

mistakes. I would face her, and I would tell her the truth-that I had

meant losing her forever. If that was the price I had

steady. The guilt didn't fade, but there was clarity now - clarity in the storm of emotions that

I could take responsibility for it. I could make things right, even

run away

I shifted the car into gear, the engine roaring back to life as I turned the wheel and headed back home, hoping that

gas pedal down hard, the engine roaring beneath me

road stretched out endlessly, winding through the trees like a

get to Silvermoon. Needed to see Nova. Needed to make

Nightsong Pack was too far from Silvermoon Pack and no matter how fast

an eternity,

of

fading from the inky black of night to the soft grays and pinks of morning. Time was slipping through my fingers, and the more the sun climbed, the more the weight of everything I had done pressed down

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pressing harder on the gas. The car shot forward, the

against the pavement

trees whipped by in

en

SUMS

saw the familiar markers of Nightsong Pack territory, the sun

final turn into the pack grounds, the

pulled into the familiar clearing and parked the car, the engine

the car, my

that burned inside me as