Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 441

Astrid’s POV

The morning sun spilled over the horizon, bathing the Silvermoon Pack in golden light.

It felt like a dream.

Like I had woken up from a nightmare and stepped into something softer, something real.

The wind was cool, crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, untouched by war, by fear. Peaceful.

Something I never thought I’d feel again.

But here I was.

And my children—my heart, my soul—were safe.

I looked down at Elara, her tiny fingers curled around mine as we sat on the balcony of the Packhouse. She was staring out at the trees, her expression calm but distant.

"Are you cold?" I asked softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.

She shook her head. "No."

She was quiet these days.

Healing.

Like all of us.

I glanced over my shoulder, where Ryker sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Killian with furrowed brows.

"You're doing it wrong," Ryker grumbled as Killian attempted to braid his sister’s hair.

Killian gave him a mock glare. "Excuse me? I was an Alpha before you were even born. I think I can handle a simple braid."

Ryker snorted. "You’re failing, though."

Killian muttered a curse under his breath as Elara giggled, the first real laugh I had heard from her since we got her back.

My chest tightened.

That sound—I had almost lost it forever.

I reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into my touch, her small hand resting on my wrist.

She was still my little girl.

Still Elara.

And though the shadows of what had happened still lingered, I knew we would be okay.

Because we were together.

Killian’s POV

Astrid thought I wasn’t watching her.

She thought she was hiding her pain well.

But I knew her too well.

Knew the way she had been forcing herself to smile, even when the weight of everything was still crushing her.

We had won.

But we had lost pieces of ourselves in the process.

I set the brush down and ran my fingers through Elara’s hair, pulling her into my lap.