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."

his wolf glaring at us with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering

demanded, my voice low and

glinting in the moonlight. "You're asking the wrong questions,

my wolf growling. "Then why

blade at my side a Silvermoon blade. My heart

by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with

in my expression. "What is

risk jumping to conclusions. Not here. Not

figuring it out, aren't you? Poor Liora never had a chance. She trusted too

with an outstretched arm. "What do you know about Liora's death?" I asked,

smirk widened. "Enough to know

His eyes rolled

collar, shaking him.

collapsed,

"They're sending us messages and killing themselves before

controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just a trick. The rogue

her voice softer now, as if she sensed my internal

rose, clutching the

First, we figure out who this belonged to." I turned to the scout who had been observing the fight "Take this body back to

"Drystan, this isn't just about the blade. He knew something. About

know," I snapped,

"I know, Novą: But we need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this has been

tightening on her

I kept the blade close, its weight a

us, their expressions grim. "What happened?" Killian asked, his voice

intercepted a rogue," I

tone neutral. "He