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 eerie calm. I

sent you?" I demanded, my voice

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

stepped closer, my wolf growling. "Then why don't

to the blade at my side a Silvermoon blade. My heart

Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail

change in my

I couldn't risk jumping to conclusions. Not here.

aren't you? Poor Liora never had a chance.

lunged forward, but I stopped her with an outstretched arm. "What do you know about

"Enough to know it's tearing

further, his body convulsed. His eyes

collar, shaking

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

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

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

Nova said, her voice softer

clutching

observing the fight "Take this body back to the camp. Have the healers examine him. I want every trace of this poison

isn't just about the blade. He

I snapped,

"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 the trath

nodded reluctantly, her grip tightening on her blade. "Then we move

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

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

intercepted a rogue," I

my tone neutral. "He