Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 376

Drystan’s POV

“No!” Nova gasped, rushing forward, but it was too late. The rogue was gone.

I stared down at the lifeless body, my wolf snarling in frustration. He’d been sent here for one reason: to dangle the truth just out of our reach, then snatch it away.

My fists clenched tightly at my sides as the words he’d spoken burned into my mind.

“The truth will destroy you.”

The silence in the courtyard was deafening. Nova stood frozen, her hands trembling as she stared at the rogue’s body.

“They’re toying with us,” she said, her voice trembling with anger. “They want us to tear each other apart.”

“They won’t win,” I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension. “We’ll find the truth, no matter what it takes.”

Killian stood beside me, his face unreadable but his eyes shadowed with something dark—something I couldn’t quite place.

The sharp sound of footsteps broke the stillness.

Rowena stepped into the courtyard, her expression carefully neutral, though her eyes gleamed with a calculated edge.

“I heard commotion,” she said, her voice smooth, as if she hadn’t just walked into the aftermath of a rogue’s death.

Her gaze flicked to the lifeless body, then to Killian. “Let me guess. Another rogue with a cryptic message?”

Killian’s jaw tightened. “What do you know about this, Mother?”

Rowena raised a brow, feigning innocence. “About what? The endless rogue attacks? Or the fact that you seem determined to pin everything on me?”

“Don’t play games with us,” Nova snapped, stepping forward. “He mentioned the truth, Rowena. He said it would destroy us. What truth is he talking about?”

Rowena tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “How should I know? You’re the ones interrogating rogues, not me.”

“Enough!” Killian’s voice thundered, silencing the courtyard. “You knew about the rogues long before they became a threat.

You claim to have information that can help us, but all you’ve done is sow doubt and division. If you know something, now is the time to speak.”

Rowena’s smirk faded, replaced by a steely resolve. “Fine. You want the truth? Here it is: the rogues are after more than territory or resources.

They’re after power. And if you don’t start listening to me, you’ll hand it to them on a silver platter.”

Rowena paused she stepped closer to the rogue’s body, kneeling beside it. She reached out, plucking a small medallion from the corpse’s neck.

The intricate engraving glinted in the moonlight, a symbol none of us recognized.

“This,” she said, holding it up, “is proof that the Rogue King isn’t acting alone. He has allies. And if you want to stop him, you’re going to need me.”

Killian’s eyes narrowed. “Why should we trust you?”

Rowena stood, her expression unreadable. “Because, my dear son, I’m the only one who understands what he’s after.

And if you keep treating me like the enemy, you’ll lose everything before you even realize what’s happening.”