Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 236

Nova’s POV

My time with the Shadowfang Pack has drawn to a close. I came for the ceremony, a vibrant celebration of Astrid, which wrapped up just yesterday.

Now, as the echoes of laughter and joy fade, guests bustle about, readying themselves to return to their own lives, and I am one of them.

I meticulously counted my belongings, ensuring nothing was left behind. Michael had stepped out to prepare our car, leaving me alone in the room to conduct one final check.

I scanned the corners, the drawers, and beneath the bed, making sure every item found its way into my bags.

Once satisfied, I slung the heavy bags over my shoulder. Their weight was no burden to me; with my werewolf strength, they felt as light as feathers.

A typical female human would struggle under such a load, but for me, it was just another reminder of the power coursing through my veins.

I finally opened the door to follow Michael with the bags. For sure, he is already waiting for me outside after moving the car out of the parking space.

However, as I stepped out into the hallway, I almost jumped in surprise when I saw Drystan standing by the doorstep like a silent sentinel framed by the fading light.

‘How long has he been waiting here?’ A thought darted into my mind as I caught his intense gaze.

Drystan didn’t say a word; he just held me in with his steady stare, and I felt a mix of surprise and curiosity swirl within me. I forced a smile, trying to keep things casual despite the flutter in my chest.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, hoping to break the tension that hung between us.

I held my breath when Drystan suddenly leaned forward, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a surge of anticipation.

‘Is he going to — ?’ The thought hung in the air, but then he reached out for the bags on my shoulder, and I paused, caught off guard.

I realized he was simply trying to help. I instantly cleared my throat and stepped back to reclaim my space. I tried to remain composed, not letting any of my emotions betray me.

What was I thinking?!

Drystan opened his mouth to say something when I stepped back from him.

“No, I’ve got this,” I cut him off, my voice firmer than I intended, not letting him touch the bags.

He still hasn’t answered my questions. What is he doing here?