Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 341

Astrid’s POV

The moon hung high in the sky, its cold light spilling into the quiet room.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the open suitcase before me.

My hands shook as I carefully folded my clothes, my mind a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t untangle.

I was my father’s legitimate daughter.

The truth had unraveled everything I thought I knew about myself. For years, I’d believed I was nothing — a mistake, a stain on his perfect image.

I’d told myself I didn’t belong, that I would never be worthy and that I was just a trouble to their perfect family.

And now, knowing it was all a lie… it left me hollow.

He’d hidden the truth from me. From all of us. I wasn’t sure what hurt more— the truth itself, or the years of deception.

I clenched a shirt in my fists, my breath trembling as I fought to steady it.

This doesn’t change anything. I couldn’t let it.

He might have been my father by blood, but he had never been a father to me. That bond had been broken long before I even knew it existed.

I need to leave.

I shoved the last of my belongings into the bag and zipped it shut. I wouldn’t stay here, drowning in the lies and memories.

I’d find my own way, my own cure, without relying on him or anyone else. I owed it to myself to reclaim my life.

The plan was simple. Slip out under the cover of darkness, disappear without a word.

No farewells, no explanations. I couldn’t bear another confrontation — not after everything that had happened.

Just as I slung the bag over my shoulder, the silence shattered. The Pack alarm blared, sharp and unrelenting, four piercing notes cutting through the night.

My blood froze.

Four rings.

The Pack was under attack.

How? Who would dare to attack the Shadowfang Pack?

I dropped the bag instinctively, my body moving before my mind could catch up.

Heart hammering, I sprinted out of the room and down the hall, my feet pounding against the floor as I rushed to the Pack grounds.

Warriors were gathering, their movements swift and purposeful, their expressions steeled.

As I turned a corner, I nearly collided with him.

Alpha Theron.

Beside him stood Asha, her face pale with worry. For a brief moment, our eyes met, and I saw the same anguish reflected in her gaze that I felt deep within. But I couldn’t stop now.

“Astrid!” Alpha Theron’s voice boomed over the chaos, commanding and desperate.