Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 420

Chapter 79: Tension Rising

Astrid’s POV

The weight of the fragment of the forsaken amulet lingered in my mind as Killian, Ryder, and I exited the war room.

Every step I took felt heavier, like the realization of Ardan’s plan was manifesting into a physical burden.

The hallways of the Packhouse were unusually quiet, the tension gripping everyone like a silent warning.

I could feel the watchful eyes of the guards stationed at every corner, their hands never straying far from their weapons.

The air was thick with unease, and I couldn’t shake the cold fear that curled in my chest.

“I don’t like this,” I said softly, breaking the silence as Killian walked beside me. “The fragment… what is he doing with them? How exactly would he fix the amulet…”

Killian’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes fixed straight ahead. “He won’t get far. We’ll intercept him before he completes the amulet.”

“And if we don’t?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Killian, we don’t know what’s going on in his mind. We’re not just dealing with the rogue king anymore. We’re facing something far worse.”

Killian stopped abruptly, turning to face me. His hands gently cupped my shoulders, grounding me.

“Astrid, listen to me,” he said firmly. “We’re not going to let that happen. He might have plans, but so do we. You’re not alone in this.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I know. But it’s not just us anymore, Killian. Ryker and Elara—” My voice broke, and I had to pause, taking a steadying breath.

“They’re part of this now. And I can’t stop thinking about how close he’s come.”

His expression softened, the sharp edge of his fury giving way to something gentler.

“That’s exactly why we’ll stop him,” he said quietly. “Because we have more to protect than he could ever take from us.”

I nodded, though the knot in my stomach refused to loosen.

His words were a comfort, but they didn’t erase the image of the fragment Ryder had placed on the table. If Ardan truly had more pieces…

“Alpha Killian, Luna Astrid,” a voice called, cutting through the stillness. We turned to see a young scout hurrying toward us, his face pale and his breathing labored.

“What is it?” Killian asked, his voice sharp as he stepped forward.

“There’s been movement near the eastern border,” the scout reported, his voice trembling.

“A small group of rogues was spotted, but they retreated before our patrols could engage. We found… this.” He held out a folded piece of parchment, his hand shaking slightly.

Killian took the note and unfolded it, his golden eyes narrowing as he read. I stepped closer, peering over his shoulder.

Your time is running out. You know what we want. Give it up before you suffer the consequences.

The words were scrawled hastily, the ink smudged in places, but the message was clear.

A chill ran down my spine as I read it, my mind racing with possibilities.