Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 340

Asha’s POV

The soft crunch of leaves beneath my boots was the only sound as I walked through the forest path.

My mother’s grave is far from the Packhouse. She is buried in a secluded area, giving her peace.

The cool air carried a solemn stillness that matched my mood. Visiting her grave was my sanctuary, a place where I could let my guard down and remember the woman who raised me.

That’s when I saw him — Andros, my older brother, standing at the edge of the woods.

The shadows from the trees seemed to engulf him, and his posture was rigid, alert.

Was he here to visit Mother too? I wondered.

My heart swelled at the thought. It wasn’t often that Andros and I shared these quiet moments.

As the crowned Alpha he has too many responsibilities placed on his shoulder. He was always busy.

I opened my mouth to call out to him but stopped short when another figure emerged from the shadows. My brows furrowed.

The man wore a black hoodie that concealed most of his face, and his movements were deliberate, cautious, like someone trying to avoid being seen.

Who is he? And why is Andros meeting him here, of all places?

A strange sense of unease crept over me. Andros was the crowned Alpha, the leader of our pack, and he often dealt with matters I couldn’t begin to understand.

But this — this felt different. Secretive. Dangerous. My instincts tells me to leave and pretend I saw nothing, but curiosity anchored my feet to the ground.

I crouched low behind a cluster of bushes and strained to hear their hushed conversation.

“Andros,” the stranger said in a clipped tone, his voice low and gravelly. “Tomorrow at dawn. Everything will be in place.”

My brother nodded. “Good. Surround the pack first. Wait for my signal. No one moves until I give the order.”

Pack? Signal? My heart raced. What were they planning?

The stranger shifted his weight, his voice dropping even lower. “Are you sure no one knows? If someone suspects anything—”

“They won’t,” Andros interrupted, his tone cold and commanding. “I’ve made sure of it. This time, we’ll catch them off guard.”

What Pack are they talking about? What plans are they having? My eyes blinked as I tried to understand what their conversation was really about.

I stared at Andros. He is not planning something bad is he? I know my brother. Whatever they were talking about, whatever they were planning, it must be for the benefit of our Pack.

The stranger hesitated, then said, “And if something goes wrong?”

“It won’t,” Andros replied sharply. “Just remember that you wait for my signal and stick to the plan. If something goes wrong because of me. I’ll take full responsibility. Now go.”