Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 375

Astrid’s POV

The council room was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, but there was no warmth in the air.

The tension between us was palpable, like a thread stretched too thin, ready to snap.

Drystan and Nova sat across from Killian and me, the diary Nova had found lying open on the table between us.

Its pages were filled with Liora’s careful handwriting, each word a piece of a puzzle that was growing darker by the minute.

“She suspected someone,” Nova said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. “She didn’t name them, but she knew there was a threat within Silvermoon.”

Drystan’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes burning with anger. “And that threat cost her everything. It’s time we stop circling around this. Someone in Silvermoon betrayed her, and we need to find out who.”

Killian leaned forward, his expression carefully controlled. “We’re already investigating.

My warriors are questioning anyone who had close contact with Liora during that time. But it’s not something we can rush.”

Drystan’s gaze sharpened, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “You seem awfully calm about all this, Killian. If someone in your Pack betrayed my mate, shouldn’t you be more… concerned?”

My heart clenched at the accusation, and I reached for Killian’s hand beneath the table, squeezing it lightly.

“Drystan,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “we’re just as determined to find the truth as you are. But accusing people without evidence will only create chaos. The rogues want us divided. We can’t let them win.”

Nova looked at me then, her expression softening. “Astrid’s right. We can’t turn on each other. But we also can’t ignore what we’ve found. If Liora suspected someone, we need to figure out who it was.”

Later That Night….

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

He was quiet, his golden eyes fixed on the flames as if they held the answers to the storm brewing around us.

“They’re getting closer,” he said finally, his voice low. “If they find out the truth about my mother…”

I placed a hand on his arm, my touch grounding him. “We’ll handle it. But for now, we need to keep them focused on the Rogue King. If they find out the truth now, it’ll destroy everything.”

Killian turned to me, his eyes filled with anguish. “And when they do find out? Because they will, Astrid. Nova and Drystan aren’t going to stop.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. “Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes. But right now, we can’t let this break us. The rogues are counting on us to fall apart. We can’t give them the satisfaction.”

Killian nodded, though the tension in his posture didn’t ease. I could feel the storm within him, the battle between his loyalty to his mother and his loyalty to the Pack.

It was a battle we were both fighting, and I wasn’t sure how much longer we could hold out.

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Drystan’s POV

The air between Nova and me was suffocating as we walked back to our quarters, the weight of the diary in her hands mirrored the weight in my chest.