Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 57

A FEW YEARS AGO…

Giselle’s POV

My heart felt empty as I stumbled aimlessly through the dense, unfamiliar forest. Dried tears streaked my reddened, swollen face as my tears finally dried up from my endless crying. Still, my feet carried me forward, not knowing where it was taking me as my heart continued to ache in despair.

I sniffed as I clutched my broken heart as I limped weakly across the forest, my eyes empty like a madman.

I was just exiled from my own Pack, and I have nowhere to go.

Alpha William, Killian’s father, gave a cruel decree to remove me as a member of the Silvermoon Pack.

I am now a werewolf without a Pack to call home, turning me into a rogue.

I’ve never done anything wrong or broken any rules of our Pack. My only fault was to fall in love with his son during the time when he still hadn’t even met his mate yet.

Killian and I are high school sweethearts. We were so deeply in love that we were convinced we would turn out as mates in the future.

When things didn’t turn out as we thought they would, Alpha William thought it would be best to remove me from his Pack and away from his son to avoid any complications to Killian’s relationship with his mate.

He exiled me without a reasonable explanation. Killian tried to protect me and fight for me, but he was powerless against his father. The Pack Warriors dragged me out of the Pack until I felt the connection I had with the Silvermoon Pack snapped.

Now, alone and afraid, I had to trudge on, every step growing heavier with exhaustion. Thirst parched my throat, hunger gnawed at my empty stomach, and my body ached with strain.

My whole life, I never stepped out of our Pack. I don’t even know where I am now.

My body froze in fear when I heard movement in the underbrush. My heart pounded inside my chest when I noticed feral eyes gleaming in the shadows.

There’s no doubt that a pack of rogues like me are there to hunt me like helpless prey.

Without much thinking, I ran as fast as I could, which was my first instinct for survival. However, my weary limbs betrayed me; it didn’t even take that long for the rogue to catch me.

Just as the snarling beast pounced, a blur of motion emerged, and a powerful figure interposed itself between me and my attackers.