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.

just an empty apology or hollow words. She deserved the truth-deserved to know that

would face her, and I would tell her the truth-that I had hurt her, that I had been selfish, that

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

out another breath, this time more steady. The guilt didn't fade, but there was clarity now -

undo the past, but I could take responsibility for it. I could make things

run away from this.

life as I turned the

the engine roaring beneath me as the car surged

stretched out endlessly, winding through the trees

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

Silvermoon Pack and no matter how fast I drove, the

eternity,

trees and the faint glow of dawn on the

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

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pressing harder on the gas. The car shot

against the

whipped by in a

en

SUMS

Nightsong Pack territory, the sun had already risen, casting long

as I made the final turn into the pack grounds, the weight

familiar clearing and parked the car,

out of the car, my legs

move, my body driven by the urgency that burned inside me as if I had a wink of sleep from driving all day and all night