Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 361

Drystan's POV

The pendant rested in my hand, its weight heavier than the tarnished metal should allow.

The insignia stared back at me, an unwelcome ghost from the past, its edges dulled but still unmistakable.

The mark of the rogue faction that had haunted Liora’s final days.

The pendant was a warning, though I wasn’t sure if it was meant for me or for the Packs. Either way, I wasn’t about to ignore it.

I sat in the quiet of my office, the walls lined with maps and old records. Beta Jared stood nearby, his arms crossed and his expression grim.

He’d stayed silent since delivering the pendant, but his presence was steady. Reliable.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” I said, breaking the silence. “First, rogue attacks close to our borders, and now this. They’re not just testing us” they’re sending a message.”

Jared nodded but didn’t speak right away. He was like that, careful with his words. “It’s possible someone wanted you to find it. To unsettle you.”

I turned the pendant over in my hand. “If they think this will throw me off, they’re wrong.” My voice was steady, but the anger simmering beneath my words was hard to contain.

“This means there is someone bigger working behind them. And if they’re bold enough to leave clues, then they’re confident they can handle whatever we throw at them.”

Ryder’s frown deepened. “Do you think it’s the same faction from before? The ones Liora” He stopped short, as if realizing he was treading dangerous ground.

My jaw tightened. “It has to be.” The thought sent a fresh wave of fury through me. “She fled from them because she knew what they were capable of. If they’re reemerging now, it’s not by chance.”

I pushed back from the desk and stood, pacing the room. The pendant was a “key” proof that the rogue faction wasn’t just a scattered memory but an organized force.

And now, they were making moves, likely under the command of one leader.

“Send word to Astrid and Killian,” I said, stopping to meet Ryder’s gaze. “They need to know this isn’t just another rogue skirmish. This is the start of something bigger.”

“And what about the trail the scouts found?” Ryder asked. “It leads north, toward rogue territory.”

I clenched my fists at the mention of that cursed place. “We follow it. I want to know where it leads and who’s involved. But we stay cautious. I won’t lose anyone to recklessness.”

Ryder hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll take care of it.”

As he turned to leave, I called out, “Ryder.”

He stopped at the door, glancing back.

“Make sure whoever we send knows what they’re walking into. We’re not dealing with desperate rogues anymore. We’re dealing with soldiers.”

Later That Night

The pendant sat on the desk in front of me, the faint moonlight filtering through the window and glinting off its surface.