Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 345: Broken Bond Astrid's POV

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the howls of battle. All around me, wolves clashed in brutal combat, their fur matted with dirt and crimson.

The once pristine grounds of the Shadowfang Pack were now a battleground, a chaotic swirl of snarling beasts, flashing claws, and snapping jaws.

But I stood tall, my human form cutting through the madness like a spearhead, directing my warriors with precision.

"Form a line! Protect the children and elders!" I shouted, my voice rising above the discord.

My throat burned from barking commands, but I couldn't stop. Lives depended on

me.

The warriors of the Shadowfang Pack, massive wolves with sleek, dark coats, obeyed without hesitation.

They moved in unison, shielding a group of terrified pack members huddled near the treeline.

Their coordinated strikes drove back the advancing rogues, giving the vulnerable a chance to escape.

To my left, a warrior was pinned beneath a rogue's snapping jaws. Without thinking, I darted toward them, drawing the blade strapped to my side.

I swung with precision, the silver-tipped edge slashing across the rogue's side. The wolf yelped and retreated, giving the warrior a chance to regain his footing. Since I couldn't shift, I had to rely on my trusty blade to defend myself. Although guns were available, a sword is a much better weapon since werewolves move so fast, it would be hard to aim a gun.

Besides, I am more skilled in close combat.

"Stay together!" I commanded. "Watch each other's flanks!"

I turned to face another rogue lunging at me, its eyes burning with malice. My blade met its claws midair, sparks flying as steel clashed against bone.

With a sharp twist, I drove the blade deep into its side, ending its charge. It collapsed at my feet with a final, guttural growl.

to the Pack

terror. I turned to them, blood dripping from my blade as I guided them away

to

twice. They

of clashing wolves. My warriors were holding their ground, working together to push the

Andros to see how he is doing. Earlier, he had been right beside me, his massive wolf from a blur of motion as he

fight alongside me even though I

he

the battlefield. "Where is Andros?" I called out,

said he was going to check on Asha and Alpha Theron," someone answered through

eyes narrowed in

Andros had already assigned

escort

Why would he

also

see them personally?

time to find the answer when suddenly a searing pain shot through me, stealing the air from

grasp as a wave of anguish crashed over me, heavier than any physical

connection to Alpha Theron anymore. The bond. The

trembling. The word felt hollow, meaningless as I dropped to

wasn't only I who felt it. As realization hit me,

cries echoing across the battlefield. The loss of their Alpha hit them like a tidal

unrelenting. But something

them, a fire ignite

pain.

by their

warriors roared in unison, their grief transforming into fury. Their spirits were set ablaze and they tore through the rogues with a ferocity I had never

and ragged as the truth