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."

we surrounded him, his wolf glaring at us with eerie calm.

demanded, my

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

my wolf growling. "Then why don't

side a Silvermoon blade. My heart froze as I recognized its

used by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone

in my expression. "What

risk jumping to conclusions. Not here. Not

rogue chuckled, his voice low and mocking. "Still figuring it out, aren't you? Poor

"What do you know

"Enough to know it's tearing

could press further, his body convulsed. His eyes rolled back, foam bubbling at his

collar, shaking him. "What's happening?

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

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

barely controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just a trick. The rogue had stolen it or been given

Nova said, her voice softer now, as if

clutching the blade

the fight "Take this body back to the

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

I snapped, then

Novą: But we need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this

grip tightening on her

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

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

a rogue,"

my tone