Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 391: Edge of Chaos Killian's POV The camp was alive with activity, warriors moving like clockwork as weapons were sharpened, armor adjusted, and strategies refined.

The tension in the air was suffocating, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight.

The final confrontation was drawing near, and every wolf here knew it.

Astrid approached, her steps light but purposeful, her face shadowed with exhaustion. "Drystan and Nova haven't sent word yet," she said softly, her eyes searching mine.

"They will," I replied, forcing certainty into my voice. "They know what's at stake." But deep down, doubt gnawed at me. The alliances we had built, the fragile unity between the Packs-it all felt like it was hanging by a thread, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

Astrid's gaze shifted to Andros, who stood near the edge of the camp, guarded by two warriors.

He leaned casually against a tree, his sharp eyes scanning the camp with calculated precision.

"I still don't trust him," Astrid muttered, her voice low but firm.

"Neither do I," I admitted, my tone clipped. "But for now, he's useful." Before she could respond, Rowena approached, her movements slower but still commanding respect. Her silver hair was tied back neatly, and her piercing gaze swept over the camp with a critical eye. "You've done well," she said, nodding toward the training warriors. "But it won't be enough." I turned to her, barely concealing my irritation. "If you have something helpful to say, now's the time." She smirked faintly. "The Rogue King thrives on chaos. If your Packs aren't united when you face him, you'll lose before the first strike." Astrid stepped forward, her voice sharp. "And how do you suggest we unite them, Rowena? You've done more than anyone to tear them apart." Rowena's gaze softened, just slightly. "I made mistakes," she said, her tone measured. "But if you want to hold these Packs together, you need to remind them what they're fighting for. Unity isn't built on fear; it's built on trust." Her words struck a chord, but I couldn't ignore the irony. Trust was exactly what she had shattered-what we were trying to protect from breaking completely.

Before the conversation could go any further, a scout burst into the camp, his fur matted with sweat and blood. He skidded to a stop in front of us, bowing his head.

"Alpha Killian," he gasped. "Drystan and Nova have been spotted. They're holding position near the Rogue King's camp, but they need reinforcements." My pulse quickened. "Gather the warriors. We leave in an hour." The scout hesitated. "There's more. The rogues are preparing for a ritual with the Amulet. It's glowing, brighter than before." Astrid stiffened beside me, her voice urgent. "A ritual? What kind?" The scout shook his head. "I don't know. But it feels... wrong." Later That Night The camp was buzzing as warriors lined up, their expressions a mix of fear and determination.

I called for a final meeting with the council and Pack leaders. The room was tense, filled with murmurs of dissent and whispers of doubt.

"We can't afford to go into this divided," I said, my voice firm. "The Rogue King wants us fractured. That's how he wins. But if we fight as one, we can stop him." Astrid stood beside me, her voice calm but unyielding. "This isn't just about one Alpha or one Pack. This is about all of us. If we don't fight now, there won't be any Packs lefto protect." en The room fell silent, and one by one, the Alphas nodded. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to be enough.

The journey to the Rogue King's camp was eerily quiet, the forest around us unnaturally still. Andros marched under heavy guard, his expression unreadable but his sharp gaze missing nothing.

"You're really trusting him with this?" Drystan muttered as he fell into step beside me, his voice low.

"I'm not trusting him," I replied. "I'm using him. There's a difference." Drystan's golden eyes narrowed, but he didn't press further.

When we arrived at their position, Drystan stepped out from the shadows. His face was grim, and his words matched his expression. "They've fortified the camp than we expected. The Amulet... it's glowing brighter. Whatere doing, they're close to finishing it." Nova joined him, her eyes flicking toward Andros with obvious distrust. "You brought him?" "He's a tool," I said bluntly. "Nothing more." Andros gave a faint smirk. "Good to see you too, Nova." **The Plan** èt

As we gathered to plan the assault, Andros spoke up, his tone unexpectedly serious. The Rogue NO King isn' expecting a coordinated strike, But his focus will be on the Amulet. If you can create a diversion, I can get close enough to disrupt the ritual." "You expect us to trust you with that?" Drystan growled, his voice low and threatening.

Andros met his gaze steadily. "Trustor not, it's your best shot. If I betray you, you'll know immediately."

The group exchanged tense glances, but twas running out. Drystan finally nodded, though his expression made it clear this wasn't over. As we prepared to move, my mind raced. The Rogue King was ready for us-but we had to be ready for him.

Whatever the Amulet's purpose, we couldn't let him complete the ritual. Andmete Andros's true motives And whatever were, I would be watching him every step of the way.