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."

rogue barely fought as we surrounded him, his wolf glaring at us with

demanded, my voice low and

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

my wolf growling. "Then why

a Silvermoon

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

caught the change in

yet. I couldn't risk jumping to

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

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

"Enough to know it's tearing you

I could press further, his body convulsed. His eyes rolled back,

by the collar, shaking him. "What's happening? What

too late. He collapsed,

messages and killing themselves before we can get

my hands shaking with barely controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just

Nova said, her voice softer

rose, clutching the

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

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

know," I snapped, then

Whoever is behind this

tightening on her blade. "Then we move

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

us, their expressions grim. "What

intercepted a

my tone