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

Rowena shot back, her

He turned to me. "Drystan, take your team and secure the eastern flank. Nova, you're with me. Astrid, hold the

destroy the amulet before the ritual could

seen before. Their movements were coordinated, disciplined—a far cry from the scattered attacks we

shake the feeling that we

with claws and teeth bared. The rogues reacted immediately,

blood. I shifted mid-stride, my wolf taking over as tore through the rogues in my path. Nova was a whirlwind beside me, her movements swift and lethal as she carved

mind-link, his golden wolf a blur of

force to be- reckoned with, her strikes precise and devastating. Andros fought with

reached the altar just as the air began to vibrate with an unnatural

its pulsing light casting eerie shadows across the clearing. The Rogue King stood beside

too late," he said, his voice resonating with a chilling

aimed for his throat, but he moved with impossible speed, dodging her attack effortlessly. "Fools," he snarled, his eyes gleaming with dark power. "You

Rogue King. Their clash was brutal, the force of their blows shaking the ground. But even as they fought, the