Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 392: Battlefield Drystan's POV The battlefield was a cacophony of snarls, howls, and the clash of steel. Blood mingled with the damp earth beneath my feet, and the air carried the metallic tang of death.

My wolf surged within me, urgingforward, but I held steady. We were pushing the rogues back, but something about their movements didn't sit right with me.

"They're retreating too easily," I growled through the link to Nova, who was fighting nearby. Her lithe wolf danced around a rogue before sinking her teeth into its neck with precision.

"I noticed," she replied, her tone sharp, even in the heat of battle. "This isn't a retreat. It's a distraction." I snarled, driving my blade into the side of a rogue that lunged at me. It crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as my gaze swept over the battlefield.

The rogues were falling back, but their movements were too coordinated, too deliberate.

"Hold the line!" I barked to my warriors. "Don't chase them. They want us to follow." Killian's voice cut through the link. "What are you seeing?" "Something's wrong," I replied, scanning the treeline ahead.

The rogues were disappearing into the shadows, but one remained behind, his movements slower, more calculated. My wolf bristled as I locked eyes with him.

"He's different," Nova said, stepping to my side as she shifted back to her human form. Blood streaked her arms, but her eyes were fierce. "I'll handle him." "No," I said firmly. "We take him alive." The rogue barely fought as we surrounded him, his wolf glaring at us with eerie calm. I shifted back, towering over him, my blade still in hand.

"Who sent you?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.

The rogue smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You're asking the wrong questions, Alpha." I stepped closer, my wolf growling. "Then why don't you enlighten me?" His eyes flicked to the blade at my side a Silvermoon blade. My heart froze as I recognized its intricate design.

It was identical to the ones used by the Silvermoon elite warriors, a detail only someone familiar with the Pack would notice.

Nova caught the change in my expression. "What is it?" I didn't answer. Not yet. I couldn't risk jumping to conclusions. Not here. Not now.

The rogue chuckled, his voice low and mocking. "Still figuring it out, aren't you? Poor Liora never had a chance. She trusted too easily. Just like you." Nova lunged forward, but I stopped her with an outstretched arm. "What do you know about Liora's death?" | asked, my voice cold.

His smirk widened. "Enough to know it's tearing you apart." Before I could press further, his body convulsed. His eyes rolled back, foam bubbling at his mouth.

I grabbed him by the collar, shaking him. "What's happening? What did you take?" But it was too late. He collapsed, lifeless, before he could say another word.

"Poison," Nova whispered, her voice tight with anger. "They're sending us messages and killing themselves before we can get anything useful. They're playing with us." I knelt beside the body, my hands shaking with barely controlled rage. The Silvermoon blade was real-it wasn't just a trick. The rogue had stolen it or been given it, and either option was damning.

"We need to bring this to Killian," Nova said, her voice softer now, as if she sensed my internal storm.

I rose, clutching the blade tightly.

"Not yet. First, we figure out who this belonged to." I turned to the scout who had been observing the fight "Take this body back to the camp. Have the healers examine him. I want every trace of this poison analyzed." Nova frowned. "Drystan, this isn't just about the blade. He knew something. About Liora." "I know," I snapped, then softened my tone at the hurt in her eyes. "I know, Novą: But we need to tread carefully. Whoever is behind this has been playing the long game. One wrong move, and they'll bury the trath deeper." She nodded reluctantly, her grip tightening on her blade. "Then we move fast." Back at the camp, I kept the blade close, its weight a constant reminder of the truth lurking beneath the surface. Killian and Astrid were waiting for us, their expressions grim. "What happened?" Killian asked, his voice steady but tense.

"We intercepted a rogue," I said, keeping my tone neutral. "He didn't survive long enough to give us much, but he had this." I held up the blade, watching for any flicker of recognition in Killian's eyes.

His jaw tightened, but his expression didn't falter. "That's... Silvermoon. Where did he get it?" "That's the question," I said, my voice low. "And we're going to find out."

Nova glanced between us, her tension palpable. "This is connected to Liora, isn't it? The rogues know something. They're leaving us breadcrumbs."

Killian hesitated, his eyes darting briefly to Astrid. "And they're trying to ve divide us. We can't let that happen." His words rang true, but something about his tone unsettled me. He wasn't tellingeverything. Not yet.

As the meeting broke, I caught Nova's arm. "We keep digging," I said quietly. "No matter what." Her eyes burned with resolve. "Until we have the truth." But deep down, I knew the truth wouldn't cwithout a cost.

That night, as I studied the blade alone in my tent, a faint scent caught my attention. Familiar. Comforting.

Rowena.

She'd touched this blade before. My wolf bristled as the realization hitlike a thunderclap.

Who else could have known enough to set this in motion? And why was Killian so careful not to meet my gaze when I held it?