Reclaiming My Broken Luna 2

Astrid's POV

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the howls of battle. All around me, wolves clashed in brutal combat, their fur matted with dirt and crimson.

The once pristine grounds of the Shadowfang Pack were now a battleground, a chaotic swirl of snarling beasts, flashing claws, and snapping jaws.

But I stood tall, my human form cutting through the madness like a spearhead, directing my warriors with precision.

"Form a line! Protect the children and elders!" I shouted, my voice rising above the discord.

My throat burned from barking commands, but I couldn't stop. Lives depended on

me.

The warriors of the Shadowfang Pack, massive wolves with sleek, dark coats, obeyed without hesitation.

They moved in unison, shielding a group of terrified pack members huddled near the treeline.

Their coordinated strikes drove back the advancing rogues, giving the vulnerable a chance to escape.

To my left, a warrior was pinned beneath a rogue's snapping jaws. Without thinking, I darted toward them, drawing the blade strapped to my side.

I swung with precision, the silver-tipped edge slashing across the rogue's side. The wolf yelped and retreated, giving the warrior a chance to regain his footing. Since I couldn't shift, I had to rely on my trusty blade to defend myself. Although guns were available, a sword is a much better weapon since werewolves move so fast, it would be hard to aim a gun.

Besides, I am more skilled in close combat.

"Stay together!" I commanded. "Watch each other's flanks!"

I turned to face another rogue lunging at me, its eyes burning with malice. My blade met its claws midair, sparks flying as steel clashed against bone.

With a sharp twist, I drove the blade deep into its side, ending its charge. It collapsed at my feet with a final, guttural growl.

"Get behind me!" I shouted, rushing to the Pack members who were cornered.

They huddled behind me, their eyes wide with terror. I turned to them, blood dripping from my blade as I guided them away from danger.

"Go! Now! Head to the safe zone."

They didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled toward safety, disappearing into the trees.

The battlefield stretched before me, a chaotic sea of clashing wolves. My warriors were holding their ground, working together to push the rogues back.

I scanned the field, searching for Andros to see how he is doing. Earlier, he had been right beside me, his massive wolf from a blur of motion as he tore through the rogues.

He was determined to fight alongside me even though I tried convincing him to just leave to safety.

But now, he was gone.

I frowned, my gaze darting accross the battlefield. "Where is Andros?" I called out, my voice sharp and demanding.

"He left, said he was going to check on Asha and Alpha Theron," someone answered through the Pack Link.

My eyes narrowed in confusion.

Andros had already assigned

warriors, to escort Alpha Theron and

Asha to safety. Why would he do

that if he is also going to leave and

see them personally?

I had no time to find the answer when suddenly a searing pain shot through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

I staggered, my blade slipping from my grasp as a wave of anguish crashed over me, heavier than any physical wound.

Then I felt it—the void, I couldn't feel my connection to Alpha Theron anymore. The bond. The Alpha bond was gone.

“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The word felt hollow, meaningless as I dropped to my knees.

It wasn't only I who felt it. As realization hit me, so it did to the Pack members around me.

The warriors howled in anguish, their cries echoing across the battlefield. The loss of their Alpha hit them like a tidal wave, their grief raw and

unrelenting. But something

stirred in them, a fire ignite Inet

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The warriors roared in unison, their grief transforming into fury. Their spirits were set ablaze and they tore through the rogues with a ferocity I had never seen before.

My chest tightened, my breaths shallow and ragged as the truth hit me like a physical blow.

Father.

I staggered to my feet as I turned and left the battlefield to rush to my father's side.

My mind was consumed by one thought: My father.

The battlefield faded around me as I stumbled toward the Packhouse, my legs trembling beneath me.

My chest felt hollow, the absence of the Alpha bond a gaping wound I couldn't comprehend.noveldrama

I clung to the fragile hope that I was wrong, that there had been some mistake.

My father couldn't be gone. He was too strong, too unyielding, too... him.

But as I approached the Packhouse, I saw him. Andros.

He was emerging from the building, his shoulders hunched under the weight of a

limp figure in his arms.

My steps faltered, my breath catching painfully in my throat.

No. No, it can't be.

Andros carried my father, his once powerful frame now lifeless. Blood stained Alpha Theron's clothing, streaking his face and soaking into Andros's shirt.

My mind screamed at me to deny what I was seeing, but my body betrayed me, dragging me forward with weak, stumbling steps.

"Father!" I cried, my voice breaking as I fell to my knees in front of Andros.

He lowered my father to the ground gently, almost reverently, his face a mask of solemn grief.

I barely noticed him. My entire world had narrowed to the man lying before me, the man I had spent so long resenting, and now he was gone.