Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 368: What then? Astrid's POV

The clearing was unnervingly quiet. The parchment in Killian's hands seemed

heavier than it had any right to be, the words scrawled across its surface burning into my mind like a brand.

Elimination Plan. Pack informant. No survivors.

It seems that there is something more behind Liora's death. It was planned, she

was targetted. Her death wasn't a simple accident.

And worse, someone from Silvermoon had helped them.

I felt the weight of Killian's silence beside me, and my stomach twisted.

I'm sure he is already suspecting his mother. Aside from Rowena, who else could have made a deal with the rogues?

If it was Rowena, it would make sense why she made a deal with us in exchange of escaping punishment.

I reached for Killian's hand and squeezed it in comfort. Killian looked at me and I stared back at him with understanding.

There's no evidence yet. All we know is that someone from the Silvermoon Pack had something to do with Liora's death. We aren't sure yet if it was Rowena.

Drystan broke the silence first, his voice a low growl. "They lured us here." He clenched his fists, his gaze dark as it flicked to the parchment. "This was never about the relic. The rogues wanted us to find this."

"They wanted us to know the truth about Liora's death-or at least,

grip on the parchment tightened, and I saw the faint tremor in his hands. He turned away slightly, his jaw clenched,

trying to divide us so we could be an

Nova and Drystan wouldn't forgive her, and I'm not sure if Killian would

swallowed hard, the knot in my stomach tightening. The rogues were clever, far more than I'd

to shatter us

Nova, his expression hardening with determination. "We

the parchment. "We'll dig deeper. Investigate Liora's death. If someone

tension,

turned to him, surprise

gaze unwavering. "This is my Pack. If there's an informant in Silvermoon, it's my responsibility to uncover them. I'll do everything in my power to

my head

gratitude breaking through her anguish. "Thank

his posture easing slightly. "Your help will make a difference. This isn't just

but his silence afterward spoke volumes. I knew him

had accomplished part of their plan-they'd planted the seed of doubt, the

his jaw

stealing him away from the

first time he's unsure. "If my mother had something to do with

his question. Even after everything his mother had done, he

her even though he was

"Killian," began softly, trying to steady