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."

irritation. “If you have something helpful to say,

King thrives on chaos. If your Packs aren't united when you face

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

tone measured. "But if you want to hold these Packs together, you need to remind them what they're fighting for. Unity isn't built on fear;

Trust was exactly what she had shattered-what we were trying to protect from

further, a scout burst into the

a stop in front of us,

have been spotted. They're

quickened. "Gather the warriors. We leave in

preparing for a ritual with the Amulet. It's glowing, brighter than

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

his head. "I don't know. But

Later That Night

was buzzing as warriors lined up, their expressions

a final meeting with the council and Pack leaders. The room was tense,

I said, my voice firm. "The Rogue King wants us fractured. That's how

or one Pack. This is about all of us. If we don't fight now, there won't

en

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

unnaturally still. Andros marched under heavy guard, his expression unreadable but

really trusting him with this?" Drystan muttered as he fell into step beside me, his voice

not trusting him,” I replied. "I'm using him. There's a

but he

at their position, Drystan stepped out from

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