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.

I demanded, my voice

sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You're

wolf growling. "Then

blade at my side a Silvermoon blade. My heart froze

elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with

the change in my expression. "What

risk jumping to

low and mocking. "Still figuring it out, aren't you? Poor Liora never had a chance. She trusted too

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

"Enough to

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

shaking him. "What's happening? What did you

was too late. He collapsed, lifeless, before

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

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

Nova said, her voice

rose, clutching the

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

about the blade. He knew

know," I

the hurt in her eyes. "I know, Novą: But we need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this has been playing the long game. One wrong move,

her grip tightening on her blade. "Then we

weight a constant reminder of the truth lurking beneath the

were waiting for us, their expressions grim. "What happened?"

intercepted a rogue,"

tone