Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 388

Astrid’s POV

The forest around us was suffocating, its silence oppressive. Every step deeper into rogue territory felt like a journey into a nightmare.

My wolf was on edge, her instincts screaming that danger lurked just beyond the trees.

Drystan led our group, his movements precise and calculated as he tracked Rowena’s faint scent.

Nova kept pace beside him, her body still healing but her determination unyielding.

I trailed close behind, my gaze darting between the shadows, each step weighted by the tension of what we might find.

“She’s leading us somewhere,” Drystan muttered, his voice tight with frustration. “But whether it’s to the Rogue King or a trap, I can’t tell.”

“She won’t outsmart us again,” Nova replied, her tone sharp with anger.

I wished I shared her confidence, but something about this chase didn’t sit right.

Rowena wasn’t careless, and she wasn’t predictable. Whatever she was planning, it wouldn’t be simple.

The scent trail brought us to a clearing veiled in mist. Through the haze, I saw the flicker of firelight.

“She’s here,” Drystan said, his claws flexing at his sides.

Killian motioned for silence, and we spread out, surrounding the clearing.

As we closed in, I caught sight of Rowena sitting by the fire, her posture unnervingly calm. But it wasn’t her that made my heart stop.

Beside her stood a figure I hadn’t seen in years but knew instantly. Andros.

The breath hitched in my throat, my chest tightening. Memories of his betrayal flooded back in an instant—the blood on his hands, the coldness in his eyes, the lies he had told to cover his crime.

My wolf snarled, her rage a reflection of mine.

“Astrid,” Killian whispered beside me, his voice low. “Is that who I think it is?”

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Andros.”

Killian’s jaw tightened, his own fury simmering beneath his controlled exterior.

Drystan didn’t wait. He stepped into the clearing, his claws extended, his gaze locked on Rowena.

The rest of us followed, fanning out to form a semicircle around the fire.

Rowena smiled faintly, her gaze sweeping over us. “Took you long enough.”

“Andros,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.

He turned slowly, his sharp features illuminated by the firelight. His piercing eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—guilt? Regret? But it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

“Astrid,” he said, his voice calm, almost casual. “It’s been a while.”

My claws extended involuntarily, my wolf pushing forward. “What are you doing here?”

Andros shrugged, his expression indifferent. “Trying to survive. Same as you.”

Drystan growled, stepping forward. “Survive? Is that what you call it? You betrayed your family, Andros. You killed your own father and made a deal with the rogues. You’re nothing but a traitor.”