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."

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

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

do you suggest we unite

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; it's built

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

conversation could go any further, a scout burst into the camp, his

a stop in

spotted. They're holding

pulse quickened. "Gather the warriors. We leave in an

are preparing for a ritual

voice

his head. "I don't know. But it

Later That Night

lined up,

The room was tense, filled with murmurs of dissent and whispers of

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

one Alpha or one Pack. This is about all of us.

en

nodded. It

the forest around us unnaturally still. Andros marched under heavy guard, his expression unreadable but his sharp gaze missing

muttered as he fell into step beside me,

replied.

but he didn't

arrived at their position,

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