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

demanded,

his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You're asking the wrong

stepped closer, my wolf growling. "Then

the blade at my side a Silvermoon blade.

was identical to the ones used by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with the

change in

answer. Not yet. I couldn't risk jumping to

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

but I stopped her with an outstretched arm. "What do you know about Liora's death?" I

"Enough to know it's tearing

convulsed. His eyes

grabbed him by the collar, shaking

it was too late. He collapsed, lifeless, before he could say another

tight with anger. "They're sending us messages and killing themselves before we can get anything useful. They're playing

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

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

clutching the blade

who this belonged to." I turned to the scout who had been observing the fight "Take

just about the blade.

know," I snapped,

her eyes. "I know, Novą: But we need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this has been playing the long game. One wrong move, and they'll bury

her grip tightening on her

camp, I kept the blade close, its weight a constant reminder of the truth

us, their expressions grim. "What happened?" Killian

intercepted a rogue,"

tone neutral.