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."

with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering over him, my blade still in

I demanded,

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

stepped closer, my wolf growling. "Then

side a Silvermoon blade.

by the Silvermoon elite warriors,

in my

answer. Not yet. I couldn't risk jumping

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

with an outstretched arm. "What do you know about Liora's death?"

"Enough to know it's tearing

could press further, his body convulsed. His

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

collapsed,

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

shaking with barely controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real—it wasn't just a trick. The rogue

her voice softer now, as if she sensed my internal

clutching

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

about the blade. He knew

I snapped, then

Whoever is behind this has been

grip tightening on her blade.

weight a constant reminder of the truth lurking beneath the

expressions grim. "What happened?" Killian asked, his voice steady but

a

tone neutral. "He