Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 53

Killian’s POV

A deep, weary sigh escaped my lips as I stared down at the latest reports that never seemed to end from my Pack.

Despite my relentless efforts day in and day out, the Silvermoon Pack seemed to be mired in an endless spiral of problems and setbacks.

My brows furrowed in frustration as I ran my calloused hand through my hair. Every time I resolve one issue, two more will crop up and take its place.

The finances were in disarray, our Pack military was dwindling, and tensions within the Pack were reaching a boiling point. No matter how hard I work and try to balance all things together, in the end, I can only do one thing at once.

If only I could, I would slice my body in half so I could at least be more productive than I already am.

My schedule is already hectic as it is. I’ve done nothing but work every single day, but my efforts never matched my results.

My jaw tightened as I thought about the Nightsong Pack. While our Pack struggled, the Nightsong Pack is thriving - their numbers are growing, and their reputation is spreading. I heard Drystan is getting offers here and there every single day as he earned the respect and loyalty of werewolves far and wide.

Of course, he wouldn’t have done it without Astrid’s help. When Astrid was the Luna of our Pack, she had done the same thing to our Pack, too.

The tides had changed ever since Astrid switched places. When she left, she left me with nothing. I had to carry everything on my own.

I let out a low feral growl. I felt cheated. It wasn’t fair. I am pouring my efforts, time, and sweat out. I have devoted my life to building up this Pack and have fought tooth and nail through countless battles and challenges. But no matter how hard I pushed, how much I sacrificed, it never seemed enough.

Instead, the Nightsong Pack, which used to be a small, insignificant Pack, is starting to catch up on us as it grows and as we decline.

If only I had one person who could support me or carry out some of my tasks. They don’t have to be as smart and as capable as Astrid. As long as they take a few jobs from my hand, it would actually be a great help for me to put more effort and focus on one field.

I dug my claws into the arms of my chair as I swore under my breath. I would never allow the Nightsong Pack to surpass us. Whatever the Nightsong Pack manages to reach, we will always be a few steps ahead of them.

I would do whatever it took to restore our Pack to its former glory, even if it meant clawing and fighting my way back to the top.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I commanded while I pored over the reports again.

“Son.”