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."

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

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

stepped forward, her voice sharp. "And how do you suggest we unite them, Rowena?

measured. "But if you want to hold these Packs together, you need to remind them

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a scout burst into

stop in front of

been spotted. They're holding

warriors. We leave in

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

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

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Later That Night

lined up, their expressions a mix of

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

can't afford to go into this divided," I said, my voice firm. "The Rogue King wants us fractured. That's how he wins. But

voice calm but unyielding. "This isn't just about one Alpha or one Pack. This is about all of us. If we don't fight now, there won't be any Packs lefto

en

and one by one, the Alphas nodded. It wasn't perfect, but it would

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

trusting him with this?" Drystan muttered as he fell into

I replied.

narrowed, but he didn't press

position,

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