Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 389: Divided Loyalties

Drystan's POV

The council chamber at the Silvermoon camp was more crowded than usual, but the air was heavy with unease.

After everything we had learned from Rowena and Andros, tensions ran higher than ever.

Wolves from allied Packs whispered among themselves, their voices sharp with mistrust.

Killian stood at the head of the chamber, his presence commanding as always, but even he couldn't mask the strain on his face.

Astrid sat to his right, her eyes dark with fatigue. Nova was beside me, her hand resting on her thigh, her tension palpable.

Andros and Rowena sat on the far side of the room, their backs straight despite the weight of every glare in the room directed at them.

Andros leaned casually against the wall, but Rowena remained composed, her sharp eyes sweeping over the gathered wolves with quiet authority.

"We've heard what they've told us," one of the elders said, his voice echoing through the room. "But how can we trust anything that comes from the mouths of traitors?"

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the chamber.

"Enough," Killian said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "We don't have to trust them, but we can't afford to ignore what they've told us. If the Rogue King is planning to sever Pack bonds, then we need to act before it's too late."

"And what about Rowena?" another elder demanded. "She's lied before. She's manipulated us at every turn. And now we're supposed to believe she suddenly has the Pack's best interests at heart?"

"She knows more about the Amulet and the Rogue King's plans than any of us," Astrid said, her voice calm but firm. "If we don't use what she knows, we're walking into this blind."

"And Andros?" a younger Alpha growled. "He betrayed his own family. He murdered his father. What makes you think he won't turn on us the second he sees an opportunity?"

The accusations ignited a flurry of voices, anger and fear clashing in the room. I clenched my fists, my wolf snarling at the chaos.

"They have no right to question us!" I growled, stepping forward. "We've sacrificed too much already to let them tear us apart now!"

Nova placed a hand on my arm, her touch grounding me. "Drystan," she said softly. "We need them united, not divided."

I exhaled sharply, trying to rein in my anger. But as my gaze landed on Andros, lounging in his seat with that infuriating smirk, my fury threatened to boil over.

I'm not proud of. But my mistakes don't

word for

replied, her gaze unflinching. "You're supposed to act because

or not, Rowena and Andros are the only ones who can give us the edge we need.

fell over the

I lingered near the entrance, my eyes fixed on Andros. He noticed and

to say, Drystan?" he asked,

don't belong here. You think we've forgotten what

first time. "But if you don't want me here, then do something about it. Otherwise, step aside and

Nova's voice cut through

me later,

don't trust

a liar and

"You think I don't know that? You think I don't remember what he did? He's my brother,

than you've even known him. But we don't have

QUMS

crossed my arms, my wolf still pacing beneath the

isn't one I'm willing to

about trust. It's about

King, then we have to take it. For the

QUMS

hide the raw pain that flickered across my face. "Liora deserved better than this," I

now, she'd want us to do what's necessary to protect the Packs. Even

me. The camp was quiet that night, the usual hum of activity subdued. Warriors sharpened

us like

shackles glinting faintly in the firelight. Killian stood nearby, his arms crossed as he watched her. She met his gaze

you?" she asked,

narrowed. "I have

enough. But you'd do well to remember that

the same side now."

shot back. "Because the last time I trusted you, you almost destroyed

faded, and

But whether you believe me or not, i'm trying to make things right.