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

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

losing her forever. If that was

steady. The guilt didn't fade, but there was clarity now - clarity in

responsibility for it. I

wasn't going to run away from this. Not

car into gear, the engine roaring back to life as I turned the wheel and headed back home, hoping that she'd still

engine roaring beneath me as the car surged

out endlessly, winding through the trees

get to Silvermoon. Needed to

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

second felt like an eternity, each mile like a

trees and the faint glow of dawn on the horizon, but my mind was fixed on one thing: her.

was changing, slowly fading from the inky black of night to the soft grays and pinks of morning. Time was slipping through

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gripped the steering wheel tighter, my foot pressing harder on

against the

whipped by

en

SUMS

of Nightsong Pack territory, the

heart pounded in my chest as I made the final turn into the pack grounds, the weight of everything I needed to say pressing down on me with each

parked the car, the

stepped out of the car, my legs

long drive, 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