Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 366

Astrid’s POV

Rowena’s quarters sat on the outskirts of Silvermoon territory, a place that felt as removed from the Pack’s core as Rowena herself.

The journey there was quiet, the tension between Killian and me palpable.

I could tell he was already regretting agreeing to this, but we didn’t have the luxury of letting emotions cloud our judgment.

The rogue attacks were escalating. They were organized, purposeful, and more ruthless than ever.

If Rowena had answers that could shed light on the Rogue King’s plans, we had no choice but to seek her out.

Rowena had always been a thorn in our sides—a manipulative force who thrived on power plays.

But she was also cunning, and if she knew anything about the Rogue King, she might just be the key to understanding what we were up against.

As we approached her quarters, the scent of burning herbs filled the air.

Rowena’s home was modest but had an aura of quiet power. It was an illusion, I knew—a way to remind every one of what she once was.

Killian’s jaw was tight as he moved toward the door. I followed, my wolf stirring uneasily as he knocked.

When Rowena opened the door, her sharp gaze swept over us. She looked composed, her graying hair perfectly pinned, her expression giving nothing away.

“Killian. Astrid,” she greeted, stepping aside to let us in. “To what do I owe this… rare visit?”

Killian stood beside me, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He hadn’t said a word. The silence between them was a force of its own, heavy with resentment and years of betrayal.

Finally, I broke the silence. “You said you have information for us,” I said, my tone clipped. “What is it?”

Elysande opened the door for us. “Come inside before we talk.”

Killian opened his mouth to protest, likely to tell his mother to just speak now, but I stepped inside instantly.

We can’t talk about this serious matter like this outside.

Killian and I both settled down. Rowena sat across from us.

“Before I share anything, I want guarantees,” Rowena spoke as soon as she sat down, her voice smooth as silk.

“Guarantees?” Killian’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “You’re not in a position to ask for anything, Mother.”

She smirked, the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. “Aren’t I? You’re facing a threat you don’t understand, one that could destroy your precious Pack. And I’m the only one who can help you stop it.”

My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the truth in her words. As much as I hated to admit it, she wasn’t wrong.

The Rogue King was a shadow looming over all of us, and we were fumbling in the dark, trying to find a way to stop him.