Reclaiming My Broken Luna

Astrid's POV

In order to cater to the remaining survivors of the Emberwood Pack that needed our help, I woke up at dawn and helped in the kitchen to cook for everyone's breakfast.

I don't know enough of things around the kitchen; I only know enough not to let myself die of hunger.

Although I am good at combat, handling Pack military and Pack affairs, and even knowledgeable in medicine, there are still a lot of things that I don't know of.

Even though I am a woman, I don't know what women would usually be good at doing. I could break a bone when I dance, I could injure myself with a needle if I sew, and I could make people turn deaf when I sing. I'm certainly not a wife and a Luna material because of these things. The moon goddess really made a mistake in choosing me as Killian's mate and Luna.

It was no wonder why our relationship only ended in a disaster.

As volunteers, we prepared today's breakfast, but we still had to serve the food and also eat last.

As I ladled the warm, nourishing soup into the bowls of the refugees waiting in line, my eyes kept drifting across the camp to where Killian stood, distributing fresh bread.

Last night, I couldn't sleep as I thought of the conversation I had had with him. Yesterday, I told him that we will never have anything to do with each other again in the future.

It looks like he took my words seriously. I've been stealing glances at him from time to time, but I never once caught him staring back at me.

As I watched him entirely focused on his task, never once glancing in my direction, I couldn't help but feel a pang of... disappointment?

I pulled myself away from my thoughts and focused on my task of serving soup more.

Doing this simple, repetitive task only made my mind more idle, making it easy for me to think of various things.

This is exactly what I wanted - for Killian to take me seriously and leave me be. From now on, I don't want to have anything to do with him. I no longer want our past to continue holding me back.

And yet, as I steal yet another furtive glance at him, I find myself yearning for his gaze to meet mine. I don't care if he gave me a murderous glare. Any gaze would do. He ignores me like he can't see me.

I mentally chastised myself when I realized how weak and stupid I was.

Or, maybe I was just not expecting things to be this easy. Yesterday, when I said that I would cut all my ties with him, he never said a word. I thought he would fight against it. I thought he would try to win my heart back, but seeing him now, I am finally proven wrong. It seems like Killian never really cared at all. He doesn't care even if I cut all my ties with him.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

I bet he was sleeping peacefully last night while I kept tumbling on my bed, unable to sleep, not because of the unfamiliar environment but because I was thinking of him.

"The ladle is not doing anything wrong to you, Astrid. The ladle is about to break under your grip," Nova spoke behind me, pulling me away from my thoughts.

I blinked and softened my grip. She's right. I hadn't noticed that I was already showing my thoughts.

"What are you thinking?" Nova whispered into my ear so no one would hear. "You're acting so creepy. You keep glancing at him, and 'm sure he would have noticed.

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I pushed Nova away with my shoulder and glared at her. "Just help me here if you have nothing else to do, Nova," I rebutted and handed her the ladle, giving he no room to say no and escape from me.

"Astrid!" Nova tried to protest, but all her words fell on deaf ears as I walked away and untied my apron behind me.

I've been working since dawn. Right now, I'm tired, and my stomach is rumbling.

As I was about to retreat into my own camp, I stopped when I noticed someone arriving.

I thought it was another relief support from other Packs, but I was surprised when I saw the Silvermoon Pack's banners instead. Did Killian call for another backup?

I held the tent flap as I was about to enter my camp and ignored them. Killian is around. He could take care of them.

However, I paused when I saw that familiar face. I had never thought I would meet this sooner.

I stopped and took a step back. There she is, walking so regally like a man who has done no sin.

A cold, familiar dread gripped my heart as I watched Giselle's tall and imposing figure as she strode confidently into our camp.

My fingers tightened around the tent flap, crumpling it until my knuckles turned white.

Resentment, bitterness, and an all-consuming anger threatened to choke me as my fegs after the death of my child resurfaced with a vengeance.

That woman had no remorse in her as she took the only thing I had, snatching away my child.

The sound of Giselle's boots

crunching against the gravel filled

me with revulsion. I winced and held my head in pain when I felt

something crack inside me because

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of my overwhelming emotions.

As I closed my eyes, I saw that silver wolf again, one who felt the same as me.