Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 393: Confrontations

Drystan's POV

The forest was unnervingly silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves underfoot and the soft crackle of distant flames. It wasn't the natural stillness of the night-it was the oppressive quiet of a predator's den. My wolf bristled, pacing restlessly within me as I crouched at the edge of the clearing.

The rogue settlement stretched out before us, illuminated by flickering torchlight. Makeshift huts and fire pits dotted the clearing, their inhabitants moving with a dangerous purpose. At the center of it all was the ritual site-a massive stone altar, carved with strange, glowing runes that pulsed in time with the amulet resting on its surface.

Killian knelt beside me, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "They're expecting us," he said quietly, his voice steady despite the tension.

Nova, crouched on my other side, let out a soft growl. "Good. Let them know we're coming."

Astrid shifted slightly, her gaze locked on the altar. "We can't rush in blind," she said, her tone calm but firm. "The amulet's power is unstable. If they activate it before we can stop them..." She didn't finish, but the weight of her words hung in the air.

Rowena and Andros stood a few paces behind us, their presence a constant reminder of the uneasy alliance we had formed. Rowena's sharp eyes scanned the settlement with the precision of someone who had seen it all before, while Andros looked tense, his jaw clenched as he stared at the rogues.

"They've fortified the perimeter," Rowena said, her voice low and clipped. "They'll have traps waiting for you."

amateurs," Nova snapped, her

you're desperate," Rowena shot back, her eyes

Killian growled, his Alpha tone silencing the brewing argument. He turned to me. "Drystan, take your team and secure the eastern flank. Nova, you're with me.

on paper: strike fast, neutralize the rogues guarding the altar, and destroy the amulet before the

gathering for weeks, amassing a force that dwarfed anything we'd seen before. Their movements were coordinated, disciplined—a far cry from the scattered attacks we were used to. And at

that we were

air, signaling the attack. Our warriors surged forward, emerging from the trees with claws and

blood. I shifted mid-stride, my wolf taking over as tore through the rogues in my path. Nova was

the mind-link, his golden

Andros fought with Astrid at the rear, their combined strength holding back the rogues attempting to flank us. Despite her age, Rowena was a force to be- reckoned with, her strikes precise and devastating. Andros fought with atury that bordered on reckless, his claws flashing as he cut through the

the altar just as the air began to vibrate with an unnatural energy. The

The Rogue King stood beside it,

said, his voice resonating with a chilling

speed, dodging her attack effortlessly.

force of their blows shaking the ground. But even as they fought, the amulet's power continued to build,