Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 342: Evacuate Asha's POV

The chaos outside the Packhouse was deafening, the shouts of warriors mixing with the blaring alarms.

My heart pounded in my chest as I rushed to find my father. Three warriors trailed closely behind me, their presence both reassuring and a reminder of how grave the situation was.

When I found him in the main hall, his expression was a mix of concern and focus.

The weight of leadership never left his shoulders, even now, as danger closed in on us.

"Father," I called, my voice firm but urgent. "The rogues have breached the borders. Andros sent me to evacuate you. We have to leave now."

His brows furrowed deeply, his gaze shifting toward the window where the faint glow of fires could be seen in the distance.

"How could this be? How could they get past the security measures so fast? We have the most advanced technology. How could the rogues enter our perimeters just like that?" My father echoed the same questions that I had, but there was no time to think.

"The rogues wouldn't have the courage to attack us if they didn't have a plan," I replied.

"Where is Andros?"

"He's leading the warriors. Astrid insisted he leave with us, but you know him. He wouldn't. He's determined to fight," I said quickly, trying to mask the knot of worry in my stomach. "Father, please. We don't have time to waste."

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Alright. Let's go."

I led him out of the Packhouse, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement.

The warriors flanked us protectively, their weapons drawn and ready. My feet moved quickly, but my mind raced even faster.

When we reached the edge of the Packhouse grounds, my father suddenly stopped.

"Wait," he said, his tone sharp. He turned back toward the building, his expression hardening.

are you doing?" I asked, panic

go back," he said, already taking a

"We can't go back.

left something in my office. Something that cannot fall into the

demanded, my grip tightening

voice didn't waver. "Asha, this isn't just

sank in. What could he have left behind that

didn't want to let him go, but I also knew

my voice trembling. "But I'm staying here. We'll

weighing my words, then nodded. "Alright. Stay

my voice barely above

another word, he turned and sprinted back toward the Packhouse. I watched him go, my chest tightening with every step he took away

firmly, even as my gut

care of Alpha Theron," one of the warriors suggested cautiously, his eyes scanning the darkened treeline

father," I snapped, my

uneasy

as I tried to keep my emotions in check. The thought

behind twisted like a knife in

rogues were closing in, but

"Asha?"

familiar voice made me whirl around. Andros strode toward us, his

was flanked by a small group

demanded, his sharp gaze flicking over the group before landing on

grew even more

hard,

"He... he remembered something he left behind in the Packhouse. Something important. He said it

expression darkened

Packhouse, his jaw tightening as he processed my words. "You know going back

the