Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 143

Killian’s POV

As I was about to answer Giselle, I abruptly fell into silence when a sudden movement in the shadows caught my eye.

Before I could react, a blur of motion exploded out of nowhere, a wild, feral snarl ripping through the air.

Giselle barely had the time to gasp before she was tackled to the ground. A fierce, snarling figure pinned her down.

“Astrid?!” I exclaimed, stunned by the unexpected turn of events.

I couldn’t believe that the wild, feral figure that appeared out of nowhere and tackled Giselle to the ground was actually Astrid. I even had no idea where her strength came from.

The first time that I met Astrid again here at Emberwood Pack, the first thing I noticed was the great change in her health.

Astrid had seemed so weak, so broken, a mere shadow of the vibrant and confident Astrid that I had once known.

Astrid is a pure-blooded omega. Her wolf has always been weak, even before, and now she has become significantly weaker.

I doubt that Astrid would be able to tackle Giselle on the ground so easily, even if she is still as strong and healthy as she was before.

The gap that Giselle has against Astrid is too wide for her to reach. And yet, here she is now, ferocious and unyielding as she wrestled with Giselle.

Giselle struggled beneath Astrid’s vice-like grip, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “Astrid, stop! What are you doing?” she cried out, but Astrid only bared her teeth in response, a savage growl rumbling in her chest.

I stood rooted to the spot, my anger momentarily forgotten. as I watched the two of them grapple in the dirt.

Astrid was always a fierce and formidable fighter, but I had never seen her like this — her movements were wild, almost feral, as she sought to overpower Giselle.

“Astrid, stand down!” I commanded, my voice sharp and authoritative.

I am still the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, and Giselle is still a member of our Pack. I can’t let Astrid wrestle Giselle to death in front of me.

Besides, no matter what the issue is. She cannot resort to violence.

Astrid’s fiery gaze flickered to me. A chill went down my spine when our gaze met. It was just a mere second, but I instantly knew that something was wrong with her when I met her gaze.

My brows furrowed, and my eyes squinted when I sensed something strange about Astrid’s behavior.

Astrid used to be our Pack Warrior before. I have watched her duel and train many times before. I could confidently say that I am very familiar with her fighting style.

The way she is fighting against Giselle doesn’t seem like her. They are just grappling on the dirt; she’s not using any of the moves that she has learned. She’s not even saying anything.