Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 373

Astrid’s POV

The Silvermoon Packhouse was quieter than usual, as if the weight of the past few days had seeped into its walls, stifling every sound.

Killian had been unusually distant since the discovery of the locket and the ledger, his thoughts turned inward as we both struggled to decide our next move.

The secrets we carried were a heavy burden, and the consequences of their revelation loomed over us like a dark cloud.

I stood in the courtyard, watching Ryker and Elara chase each other around the garden.

Their laughter echoed through the open space, a brief reprieve from the storm brewing within me.

My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the tension that lingered just beneath the surface.

“Mama, look!” Elara’s excited voice called, breaking through my thoughts.

I turned to see her holding a small bouquet of wildflowers she had picked. Her silver eyes sparkled with pride, and for a moment, the world felt lighter.

“They’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, kneeling to accept the flowers. “Thank you.”

Ryker ran up beside her, his face flushed with excitement. “Can we show Papa too?”

My heart clenched at his words, the innocence in his voice a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding us. “Of course,” I said, forcing a smile. “He’d love that.”

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The Council Meeting

The council room was filled with tension as Killian, Drystan, Nova, and I gathered to discuss our next steps.

The evidence we had found—Liora’s locket and the ledger—had left no doubt in anyone’s mind that the rogues had coordinated her death with the help of someone from Silvermoon.

Drystan leaned forward, his hands gripping the edges of the table. “The rogues are baiting us, trying to distract us from their true plans. But we can’t ignore this. We need to find the traitor.”

Nova nodded, her expression steely. “This isn’t just about Liora anymore. If the informant is still active, they’re a threat to all of us.”

Killian kept his gaze fixed on the table, his hands folded tightly in front of him.

“We’ll start an investigation,” he said finally, his voice steady but strained. “I’ll have the inner circle questioned, and we’ll review every record from the time of Liora’s death.”

Drystan’s eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. “That’s not enough. Whoever did this has had years to cover their tracks. We need to dig deeper.”

“We will,” I interjected, hoping to ease the tension. “But we need to be careful. If the rogues see us divided, they’ll take advantage of it. We can’t let that happen.”

Nova’s gaze softened as she looked at me. “You’re right, Astrid. But we need answers. If we don’t uncover the truth, the rogues will keep using this against us.”

Killian and I sat in the quiet of our room, the flickering fire casting shadows across the walls.

He hadn’t spoken much since the meeting, and I could feel the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him.

“We’re running out of time,” he said finally, his voice low. “Drystan and Nova are getting closer. If they find out the truth…”

I placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. “We’ll handle it. But for now, we need to focus on the Rogue King. If we can stop him, maybe… just maybe, we can find a way to make this right.”