Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Attackers Astrid's POV

The poison courses through my veins, burning like wildfire as it spreads.

I can feel its tendrils seeping into every muscle, rendering my limbs heavy and unresponsive.

Panic claws at my chest as the world blurs and darkens, the strength I've always prided myself on slipping away.

The sand beneath my fingers feels coarse and cold as I clutch at the ground, trying to stay anchored, trying to fight the rising tide of fear and hopelessness.

In the distance, I catch a glimpse of Killian locked in a vicious fight, his movements a blur as he fends off the attackers.

My heart pounds. He's occupied and even if he's not, he's too far. I know he won't reach me in time. I'm alone.

I have no one but myself.

And the attackers - they're closing in.

I looked at Ryker, his eyes wide and terrified, his small hands gripping my arm as I struggle to rise. It's hopeless for me. I couldn't run.

But Ryker... he has to go on, he has to protect himself.

"Run," I whisper, my voice cracking. "Run, Ryker. You have to go."

He shakes his head, tears spilling down his cheeks, his lips parting, but no sound comes out.

My heart shatters. This was supposed to be a good day for us. We came here to celebrate his birthday, but instead things had turned into a nightmare.

Ryker couldn't speak, and I know the terror he's feeling is so much worse because he can't express it.

smile, even as

promise, my voice soft. "Your father and I will follow. We'll be right behind you. You don't have to

trembling, and I hold my breath. He stared into my eyes as if he was trying

not showing how scared I was too at that moment, and with a determined

face streaked with tears,

as his small figure disappears into the distance, and I let out

I have

myself up, but my vision wavers again,

collapse back onto the sand, my strength

approaching - slow, deliberate - and I know one of them has

man crouches beside me, a cruel smirk curling

well," he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery. "Look at the mighty Luna

way he addressed me. I was a Luna, but not

blurry vision and to have a

I haven't seen

is the child?" he asks me as I lay weakly on the ground, not bothering to make a futile attempt of leaving

swallowing me whole and if a miracle could happen,

pounds, and

head, to face him.

whisper, my voice D.

me. Let

grin widens. He leans in closer, his eyes

out to another figure in the distance.

me.

poison burns, its grip unyielding. I claw at the

one we want, but the boy? He has to go

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