Reclaiming My Broken Luna 2

Asha's POV

The soft crunch of leaves beneath my boots was the only sound as I walked through the forest path.

My mother's grave is far from the Packhouse. She is buried in a secluded area, giving her peace.

The cool air carried a solemn stillness that matched my mood. Visiting her grave was my sanctuary, a place where I could let my guard down and remember the woman who raised me.

That's when I saw him - Andros, my older brother, standing at the edge of the woods.

The shadows from the trees seemed to engulf him, and his posture was rigid, alert.

Was he here to visit Mother too? I wondered.

My heart swelled at the thought. It wasn't often that Andros and I shared these quiet moments.

As the crowned Alpha he has too many responsibilities placed on his shoulder. He was always busy.

I opened my mouth to call out to him but stopped short when another figure emerged from the shadows. My brows furrowed.

The man wore a black hoodie that concealed most of his face, and his movements were deliberate, cautious, like someone trying to avoid being seen.

Who is he? And why is Andros meeting him here, of all places?

A strange sense of unease crept over me. Andros was the crowned Alpha, the leader of our pack, and he often dealt with matters I couldn't begin to understand.

But this - this felt different. Secretive. Dangerous. My instincts tells me to leave and pretend I saw nothing, but curiosity anchored my feet to the ground.

I crouched low behind a cluster of bushes and strained to hear their hushed conversation.

"Andros," the stranger said in a clipped tone, his voice low and gravelly. "Tomorrow at dawn. Everything will be in place."

My brother nodded. "Good. Surround the pack first. Wait for my signal. No one moves until I give the order."

Pack? Signal? My heart raced. What were they planning?

The stranger shifted his weight, his voice dropping even lower. "Are you sure no one knows? If someone suspects anything-"

"They won't," Andros interrupted, his tone cold and commanding. “I've made sure of it. This time, we'll catch them off guard."

What Pack are they talking about? What plans are they having? My eyes blinked as I tried to understand what their conversation was really about.

I stared at Andros. He is not planning something bad is he? I know my brother. Whatever they were talking about, whatever they were planning, it must be for the benefit of our Pack.

The stranger hesitated, then said, "And if something goes wrong?"

"It won't," Andros replied sharply. "Just remember that you wait for my signal and

stick to the plan. If something goes wrong because of me. I'll take full responsibility. Now go."noveldrama

I pressed my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp as the stranger melted back into the shadows.

Andros lingered for a moment, his expression unreadable.

The snap of a twig under my boot startled me. I froze, but it was too late.

"Asha?" Andros's sharp voice cut through the silence. My stomach dropped as he turned, his piercing gaze locking onto the bushes where I crouched. "What are you doing here?"

I stepped out slowly, like a deer caught in headlights.

"I-I was just on my way to visit Mother's grave," I stammered, feeling oddly guilty even though I hadn't done anything wrong. "I saw you here, and... I didn't want to interrupt."

His expression shifted, the usual sternness on his face replaced by something else

nervousness.

His eyes darted to the direction the stranger had gone before settling back on me. "How long have you been standing there?"

I blinked at him, confused. "Not long. I only just got here."

"And what did you hear?" His tone was sharp, almost panicked.

I tilted my head, puzzled by his reaction. Not much. I heard you talking to someone, but I didn't mean to eavesdrop," I said quickly, trying to reassure him. "I wasn't trying to pry or anything."

Andros let out a slow, measured breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly it's alright, Asha," he said, though his voice was still tight. "I just wasn't expecting anyone to be out here."

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"Who was that man?" I asked, my curiosity bubbling to the surface. "What were

you talking about?"

"It's nothing important," Andros said

smoothly his tone suddenly calm

almost too calm. "Just some business for the pack. You wouldn't recognize him- he's from outside our usual circle."

"Business?" I repeated, frowning slightly. "It sounded serious."

"It's always serious when it comes to the pack," he replied with a faint smile, stepping closer to ruffle my hair. "But it's nothing for you to worry about. I've got it handled."

His explanation didn't quite sit right with me, but I pushed the doubt aside. This

was Andros, my brother. The Crowned Alpha.

If he said it was nothing to worry about, I had no reason not to trust him.

"Well, if you say so," I said, returning his smile. "Are you heading to Mother's grave too?"

Andros hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly to the shadows before he shook his head. “Not tonight. There's something I need to take care of."

I nodded, feeling disappointed. I was planning to tell him what I just found out, but

he's busy. I didn't want to disturb him.

"Alright. I'll see you back at the packhouse then?” I replied.

"Yeah," he said, his voice softer now. "Take care, Asha."

As I turned and walked toward the grave, I couldn't shake the faint sense of unease lingering in my chest.

But I pushed it aside, telling myself that Andros wouldn't lie to me. Would he?