Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

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

at the door, I crept toward the window. The cool night air brushed against my skin as

floor, but that didn't matter. I had scaled walls

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

alarms. No guards

Good.

quickly, my pulse thrumming in my ears as I

Packhouse, avoiding

warriors were stationed mainly near the entrances, expecting an attack-not

weren't expecting me to

coming in

my skin, anxious, restless, warning me

But I ignored her.

was doing this

nothing-not even Killian-was going to

Killian's POV

colder when

the temperature hadn't changed-but

A sharp, uneasy sensation curled in my gut before I

my hair, exhaling sharply as exhaustion threatened to drag

of scouts, checking the security

I couldn't fix

Not yet.

not until

from my shoulders. I needed to check on her. I had left her alone long enough, and after everything, I wasn't about to let her

boots

The door was still slightly

second

me locked

Something was wrong.

The air felt... hollow.

The bed was untouched.

The window was open.

violently, dread

No.

No, no, no-

strode forward, gripping the window ledge so

snapped, raging inside of me, sensing the truth I

She was gone.

my chest, vibrating through my

the darkness outside. Nothing. No

as I stormed out

was roaring in my ears, a