All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Killian’s POVThe camp was alive with activity, warriors moving like clockwork as weapons were sharpened, armor adjusted, and strategies refined. The tension in the air was suffocating, pressing down on all of us like an invisible weight. The final confrontation was drawing near, and every wolf here knew it.Astrid approached, her steps light but purposeful, her face shadowed with exhaustion. “Drystan and Nova haven’t sent word yet,” she said softly, her eyes searching mine.“They will,” I replied, forcing certainty into my voice. “They know what’s at stake.”But deep down, doubt gnawed at me. The alliances we had built, the fragile unity between the Packs—it all felt like it was hanging by a thread, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.Astrid’s gaze shifted to Andros, who stood near the edge of the camp, guarded by two warriors. He leaned casually against a tree, his sharp eyes scanning the camp with calculated precision.“I still don’t trust him,” Astrid muttered, her voic

Drystan’s POVThe forest was unnervingly silent, save for the faint rustle of leaves underfoot and the soft crackle of distant flames. It wasn’t the natural stillness of the night—it was the oppressive quiet of a predator’s den. My wolf bristled, pacing restlessly within me as I crouched at the edge of the clearing.The rogue settlement stretched out before us, illuminated by flickering torchlight. Makeshift huts and fire pits dotted the clearing, their inhabitants moving with a dangerous purpose. At the center of it all was the ritual site—a massive stone altar, carved with strange, glowing runes that pulsed in time with the amulet resting on its surface.Killian knelt beside me, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “They’re expecting us,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the tension.Nova, crouched on my other side, let out a soft growl. “Good. Let them know we’re coming.”Astrid shifted slightly, her gaze locked on the altar. “We can’t rush in blind,” she said, her

Astrid’s POVThe heat of the amulet’s power surged through me, fire and ice clawing at my very core. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the end, ready to accept the pain that would come. This was it.But before the energy could consume me, a sudden, powerful force slammed into my side, sending me sprawling to the ground.I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock. The world spun for a moment before I steadied myself, and when I looked up, my heart stopped.Rowena stood where I had been, her hands firmly on the amulet, the blinding glow of its energy engulfing her.Our eyes met. For a fleeting moment, there was no coldness in her gaze, no calculation—only peace.“Rowena, no!” I screamed, scrambling to my feet.She closed her eyes, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips, and said nothing.The energy erupted from the amulet, a searing light that forced me to shield my face.“No!” the Rogue King’s voice boomed, his fury cutting through the chaos.The light intensified, consuming ev

Astrid’s POV“Rowena… sacrificed herself?” Asha’s voice cut through the heavy night air, her words laced with disbelief. She stared at me, her sharp eyes narrowing as though she’d misheard. “You’re telling me Rowena—the same woman who would manipulate her way out of a storm if it meant saving her own skin—gave her life for you?”Her tone wasn’t accusatory, but I heard the doubt threaded in her question. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, her gaze swept over our group.Her lips parted slightly as she studied us, taking in Killian’s stiff posture and the unbearable weight etched into his face. His shoulders trembled just enough for someone who knew him to notice, his pain so palpable it seemed to radiate off him in waves.Asha blinked, her sharp demeanor softening as realization dawned on her. “She really did it,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. “She’s gone.”A quiet moment passed between us, thick with unspoken grief, until Nova broke the silence. “Where are the k

Astrid’s POVThe world outside my dreams pulled me back slowly, the haze of sleep clinging to me as I stirred awake. Something was missing, though. I reached out instinctively to the empty space beside me, my fingers brushing against the cool sheets where Killian should have been.I blinked, still disoriented, as I pushed myself up. The room was dim, the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. My eyes adjusted slowly, and then I saw him—Killian, standing on the terrace just outside, his broad back turned to me.His posture was rigid, his hands gripping the railing as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded. Yawning, I stretched, rolling my shoulders to shake off the remnants of sleep. The cool air hit me as I stepped onto the terrace and I instantly wrapped my arms around myself.“Killian,” I called softly, my voice still hoarse from sleep. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge me at first. His head hung low, the tension radiating from him unmistakable.I cl