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."

surrounded him, his wolf glaring at us with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering over him, my blade

you?" I demanded,

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

stepped closer, my wolf growling. "Then

to the blade at my side a Silvermoon blade. My

the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar

caught the change in my expression.

risk

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

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

smirk widened. "Enough to

body convulsed. His eyes rolled back, foam bubbling at

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

was too late. He collapsed, lifeless, before he could

Nova whispered, her voice tight with anger. "They're sending us messages and killing

the body, my hands shaking with barely controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just a trick. The rogue had stolen it or been given it, and either

bring this to Killian," Nova said, her voice softer now, as

rose, clutching the

out who this belonged to." I turned to the scout who had been observing the fight "Take this body back to the camp. Have the healers examine him. I want every trace of this poison

about

know," I snapped, then

need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind

on her blade. "Then we move

the blade close, its weight a constant reminder of

expressions grim. "What happened?" Killian

a rogue," I

my tone neutral.