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.

to let this end the same way. Nova deserved more than just an empty apology or hollow

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

And I would accept whatever decision she made, even if it meant losing her forever. If that was the price I had to pay. It was the least

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

take responsibility for it. I

going to run away from

renewed determination, I shifted the car into gear, the engine roaring back to life as I turned the wheel and headed

hard, the engine roaring beneath me as the

trees like a shadowy ribbon, but

to Silvermoon. Needed to see

the Nightsong Pack was too far from Silvermoon Pack and no matter how fast I drove,

an eternity, each

blurred past me, a mix of dark trees and the faint glow of dawn on the

morning. Time was slipping through my fingers,

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foot pressing harder on

against the

whipped by in

en

SUMS

Pack territory, the sun

into the pack grounds, the weight of everything

pulled into the familiar clearing and parked the car, the

the car, my

but I forced myself to 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