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."

us with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering over him, my

I demanded, my voice low

rogue smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You're asking the

my wolf growling. "Then

flicked to the blade at my side a Silvermoon blade. My heart froze as I recognized its

by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with the Pack would

caught the change in

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

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

her with an outstretched arm. "What

widened. "Enough to know it's

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

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

collapsed, lifeless, before he could say another

anger. "They're sending us messages and killing themselves

Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just a trick. The rogue had stolen it

need to bring this to Killian," Nova said, her voice softer now, as if she sensed my

clutching the

who had been observing the fight "Take this body back to the camp. Have the

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

know," I

tread carefully. Whoever

her grip tightening on her blade. "Then

its weight a constant reminder of the truth

us, their expressions grim. "What

intercepted a rogue," I

tone