Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 422

Astrid’s POV

The Packhouse felt like it was holding its breath.

The soft rustle of papers, the distant murmur of warriors preparing for their assignments, even the steady crackle of the fireplace—all of it felt muted under the weight of what was coming.

I stood at the center of the war room, the maps and reports spread before me like pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t yet solved.

My mind raced through the details, analyzing each thread of information, trying to see the bigger picture that Ardan had laid out for us.

We had a plan—an effective one by all accounts. But something gnawed at me, a persistent itch in the back of my mind that refused to be ignored.

This was too easy. Too obvious. And when it came to Ardan, nothing was ever straightforward.

The rogues had proven time and again that they were more than just a mindless army.

They adapted, improvised, and somehow always managed to stay two steps ahead.

If we underestimated them now, the cost could be devastating.

The door creaked open, and Killian stepped inside, his golden eyes immediately locking onto mine.

His presence, as always, was steadying—a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this fight.

“The warriors are in position,” he said, his voice low but firm. “We’re ready to strike at the supply routes the moment you give the word.”

I nodded, my gaze flickering to the map.

Ryder’s work was meticulous as always, marking every potential choke point along the rogue king’s supply lines.

But instead of feeling reassured, I felt an unsettling sense of unease.

“It’s a good plan,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

Killian caught the hesitation immediately, his brow furrowing as he stepped closer. “But?”

I turned to him, my thoughts churning like a storm. “It’s too straightforward,” I admitted, tracing a line along the map with my finger.

“Ardan isn’t reckless. He thrives on manipulation, misdirection. If he’s letting us see this—if he’s making it this obvious—then he wants us to act on it.”

Killian’s jaw tightened, and he leaned over the table, his hands pressing against the edge. “You think the supply routes are a trap?”

I nodded slowly. “I think they might be. He knows we’ll target his resources—it’s the most logical move.

But the question is, why let us? What’s he hiding while we’re focused here?”

Killian tilted his head slightly, his golden gaze studying me. “What are you thinking?”

I stared at the map, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to shift into place. Ardan wasn’t just trying to win a battle; he was trying to send a message.

Every move he made was calculated to dismantle the Packs from the inside out.