Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 392: Battlefield

Drystan's POV

The battlefield was a cacophony of snarls, howls, and the clash of steel. Blood mingled with the damp earth beneath my feet, and the air carried the metallic tang of death.

My wolf surged within me, urging me forward, but I held steady. We were pushing the rogues back, but something about their movements didn't sit right with me.

"They're retreating too easily," I growled through the link to Nova, who was fighting nearby. Her lithe wolf danced around a rogue before sinking her teeth into its neck with precision.

"I noticed," she replied, her tone sharp, even in the heat of battle. "This isn't a retreat. It's a distraction."

I snarled, driving my blade into the side of a rogue that lunged at me. It crumpled

to the ground, lifeless, as my gaze swept over the battlefield.

The rogues were falling back, but their movements were too coordinated, too deliberate.

"Hold the line!" I barked to my warriors. "Don't chase them. They want us to follow."

Killian's voice cut through the link. "What are you seeing?"

"Something's wrong," I replied, scanning the treeline ahead.

The rogues were disappearing into the shadows, but one remained behind, his movements slower, more calculated. My wolf bristled as I locked eyes with him.

"He's different," Nova said, stepping to my side as she shifted back to her human form. Blood streaked her arms, but her eyes were fierce. "I'll handle him."

"No," I said firmly. "We take him alive."

with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering over

I demanded, my voice low

rogue smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in

growling. "Then why don't

a Silvermoon blade. My

identical to the ones used by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail

change in my expression.

Not yet. I couldn't risk jumping

voice low and mocking. "Still figuring it out, aren't you? Poor Liora never had a chance. She trusted too

outstretched arm. "What do you know

smirk widened. "Enough to know it's tearing

press further, his body convulsed. His eyes rolled back, foam

collar, shaking him. "What's happening? What did you

late. He collapsed,

Nova whispered, her voice tight with anger. "They're sending us messages and killing themselves before we can get anything useful.

hands shaking with barely controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just a trick. The rogue had stolen it

Nova said, her voice softer now, as if she sensed my

clutching the

the fight "Take this body back to the camp. Have the

this isn't just about the blade. He knew

know," I snapped,

hurt in her eyes. "I know, Novą: But we need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this has been playing the long game. One

nodded reluctantly, her grip tightening on her

weight a

were waiting for us, their expressions grim. "What happened?" Killian asked, his voice steady

intercepted a rogue,"

my tone