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."

his wolf glaring at us with eerie

demanded, my voice low and

rogue smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in

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

a Silvermoon blade. My heart froze as I recognized its

was identical to the ones used by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with the Pack

the change in my expression.

yet. I couldn't risk jumping to conclusions.

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

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

smirk widened. "Enough to know it's tearing you

His eyes rolled back, foam bubbling

shaking him. "What's happening?

was too late. He collapsed, lifeless,

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

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

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

clutching the

yet. First, we figure out who this belonged to." I turned to the scout who had been observing the fight "Take this body back to the camp.

frowned. "Drystan, this isn't just about the blade. He knew something. About

know," I snapped, then

to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this has been playing the long game. One wrong move, and they'll bury

tightening on her blade. "Then

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

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

intercepted a rogue,"

my tone neutral. "He