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.

doing?" I asked, panic creeping

to go back," he said, already taking a

his arm, stopping him. "We can't go back. We had to leave! The rogues

office. Something that cannot fall into the hands of

grip tightening on his arm. “Just leave it. Your safety

this isn't just about me. If they get what I

sank in. What could he have left behind that

to let him go, but I also knew

said reluctantly, my voice trembling. "But I'm staying here. We'll wait for you, right

my words, then nodded. "Alright. Stay hidden and don't move. I'll be

said, my voice barely above

back toward the Packhouse. I watched him go, my chest tightening with every step

wait here," I told the warriors firmly, even as my gut

go first. I'll take care of Alpha Theron," one of the warriors suggested cautiously, his eyes scanning the darkened treeline as if expecting

father,"

an uneasy silence

to keep my emotions in check. The thought of

like a knife

the rogues were closing in, but abandoning Father wasn't

"Asha?"

whirl around. Andros strode toward us, his face dark with

small group of warriors, their weapons drawn and

over the group before landing on me. "Why

grew even more urgent as he scanned the

hard, struggling to

something he left behind in the Packhouse. Something important. He said it couldn't fall into the hands of the rogues, so he went back

Andros's expression darkened

Packhouse, his jaw tightening as he processed

the