Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 137

Killian’s POV

My eyes were drawn to Astrid as she stood before me, explaining the procedure around the Emberwood Pack while also showing me the different stations they had set up around the Pack.

As I listened to how she orchestrated their relief efforts, I was amazed by the plans she came up with and how fast she was able to set all these things up.

Temporary camps had sprung up like blooming flowers, each one tailored to a specific purpose — shelters for the displaced, supply depots, and medical stations, all woven together in a seamless network under Astrid’s watchful gaze.

She also assigned different roles to each of her men to have their own individual contributions. In that way, all the needs of the people were met.

I’m not surprised that she came up with an organized plan to take the chaos that was left by the rogue attack and transform it into something orderly, something functional.

It was that skill that I had always admired in her, this innate talent of organization and foresight that once made the Silvermoon Pack develop into a more powerful Pack.

“Alpha Killian, if you brought doctors with you, you can all bring them here,” Astrid spoke as she turned to face me, pulling me back from my thoughts.

“Yes, of course,” I blinked my eyes as I spoke before sending my orders through our Pack link.

Under Astrid’s care, everything was organized already and a little help was only needed from us.

I gave every help that she needs.

A lot of questions filled my head as I watched her move through the bustling encampment.

It’s been so long since the last time I saw her, and things weren’t well when we parted.

Ever since she left, there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about her or worried about her.

Apart from the fact that she’s been staying at the Shadowfang Pack, I haven’t heard any other news from her. I just wanted to know if she’s okay.

If… our baby is still alive.

I swallowed hard as I continued to observe. Seeing her standing in front of me, having the energy to orchestrate all these, it only means that she’s fine, but the baby… I couldn’t tell.

She’s wearing a loose shirt, which has always been her favorite outfit because it makes her feel comfortable. Her wide outfit makes me unable to guess if she’s still pregnant.

As I watched her, my heart could only yearn and ache to reach out and gather her into my embrace, to hold her close and let her know the depth of my feelings.