Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 432

Chapter 432: The Choice

Astrid's POV

The night stretched on, endless and suffocating. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, but the light felt hollow-cold.

The Packhouse was eerily quiet, the usual hum of distant conversations and footsteps replaced by an unbearable stillness.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the fabric of my shirt, my thoughts a hurricane raging inside me.

Elara.

Her name was carved into every thought, every breath, every aching second that passed.

She was out there, in the dark, in the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than to see me broken.

And I was still here. Waiting.

I had tried. I had tried to listen to Killian, to hold on to the logic that we could save her together, that there was a plan, a chance.

But how could I gamble my daughter's life on a chance?

What if they were wrong? What if we weren't fast enough? What if she needed me now?

My throat tightened, the guilt curling around me like a noose. I had waited too long already. I had let Killian convince me that we had time.

But I knew better.

I had seen the way rogues worked. They didn't take prisoners out of mercy. They took them to make statements, to break their enemies.

And I would not let my daughter become a casualty in this war.

I inhaled sharply, my mind made up.

I was going to Ardan.

Alone.

The clock on the wall read 2:47 AM.

I had been sitting in silence for the past hour, listening. Waiting.

Killian was downstairs, still working with Ryder and the warriors. He hadn't come back to bed-not that I had expected him to.

He had been watching me too closely, afraid I would spiral again.

But he had let his guard down just enough.

I exhaled slowly, steadying my nerves as I pulled on a dark jacket. My hands trembled as I zipped it up, but I forced myself to breathe.

couldn't afford to

The cool night

that didn't matter. I

grabbed onto the gutter and lowered myself down carefully. My feet hit the

alarms. No guards spotting

Good.

pulse thrumming in my ears as I slipped

Packhouse, avoiding the

were stationed mainly near the entrances, expecting an

weren't expecting me

my breath coming in shallow gasps. My

anxious, restless, warning

But I ignored her.

doing this

Killian-was going to

Killian's POV

was colder when

temperature hadn't

sharp, uneasy sensation curled in my

exhaustion threatened to drag

out another wave of scouts, checking the security measures over

couldn't fix

Not yet.

not until the ghost of grief that clung to her skin

sighed, rolling the tension from my shoulders. I needed to check on her. I had left her alone long enough, and

my boots

was still slightly ajar, just as I

second

me locked

Something was wrong.

The air felt... hollow.

The bed was untouched.

The window was open.

violently, dread clawing up

No.

No, no, no-

strode forward, gripping the window ledge so tightly my knuckles

me, sensing the truth

She was gone.

deep in my

Nothing. No movement.

the window shut as I stormed out

my ears, a deafening drumbeat

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