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."

barely concealing my irritation. “If you have something helpful to say, now's the

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

sharp. "And how do you suggest we unite them, Rowena? You've done more than anyone to tear

made mistakes," she said, her tone measured. "But if you want to hold these Packs together, you need to remind them what they're fighting for. Unity isn't

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

go any further, a scout burst into the camp, his fur matted with

to a stop in front of us, bowing his

have been spotted. They're holding position

quickened. "Gather the warriors. We leave in

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

her voice urgent. "A ritual? What

"I don't

Later That Night

up, their expressions a mix of fear and

with the council and Pack leaders. The

voice firm. "The Rogue King wants us fractured. That's how he wins. But if we fight as one,

Pack. This is about all of us. If we don't fight

en

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

to the Rogue King's camp was eerily quiet, the forest around us unnaturally still. Andros marched

Drystan muttered as he fell into step beside me, his

trusting him,” I replied. "I'm using

but

position,

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