Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 391: Edge of Chaos

Killian's POV

The camp was alive with activity, warriors moving like clockwork as weapons were sharpened, armor adjusted, and strategies refined.

The tension in the air was suffocating, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight.

The final confrontation was drawing near, and every wolf here knew it.

Astrid approached, her steps light but purposeful, her face shadowed with exhaustion. "Drystan and Nova haven't sent word yet," she said softly, her eyes searching mine.

"They will," I replied, forcing certainty into my voice. "They know what's at stake."

But deep down, doubt gnawed at me. The alliances we had built, the fragile unity between the Packs-it all felt like it was hanging by a thread, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

Astrid's gaze shifted to Andros, who stood near the edge of the camp, guarded by two warriors.

He leaned casually against a tree, his sharp eyes scanning the camp with calculated precision.

"I still don't trust him," Astrid muttered, her voice low but firm.

"Neither do I," I admitted, my tone clipped. "But for now, he's useful."

Before she could respond, Rowena approached, her movements slower but still commanding respect.

Her silver hair was tied back neatly, and her piercing gaze swept over the camp with a critical eye.

"You've done well," she said, nodding toward the training warriors. "But it won't be enough."

turned to her, barely concealing my irritation. “If you have something helpful to say,

"The Rogue King thrives on chaos. If your Packs aren't united when you face him, you'll

how do you suggest we unite them, Rowena? You've

want to hold these Packs together,

words struck a chord, but I couldn't ignore the irony. Trust was exactly what she had shattered-what we were trying

further, a scout burst into the camp, his fur matted with sweat and

stop in front of

and Nova have been spotted. They're holding position near the

"Gather the warriors. We leave in an

hesitated. "There's more. The rogues are preparing for a ritual with the Amulet. It's

beside me, her voice urgent. "A ritual? What

"I don't know. But

Later That Night

camp was buzzing as warriors lined up, their expressions a mix

Pack leaders. The room was tense,

go into this divided," I said, my voice firm. "The Rogue King wants us fractured. That's how he wins.

stood beside me, her voice calm but unyielding. "This isn't just about one Alpha or one Pack. This is about all of us. If we

en

one, the Alphas nodded. It wasn't perfect,

us unnaturally still. Andros marched under heavy guard,

this?" Drystan muttered as he fell into step beside me, his voice

not trusting him,” I replied.

narrowed, but

position, Drystan

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