Reclaiming My Broken Luna

: Survivavility



Killian's POV

My mind was blank as we rushed Astrid to the hospital. After she fell to the ground, our Pack warriors arrived to help us, and we brought her to the hospital as soon as we could.

I held Astrid's hand as comfort, and I never took my eyes off her as we rushed her to the emergency room.

My hands trembled slightly as I gazed upon her still form, her breathing faint and shallow as she lay on the hospital bed.

Her once steady rhythm of pulse now faltered as I pressed my fingers against her wrist, filling me with a growing sense of dread.

My eyes dart nervously to her abdomen. The swell is a stark reminder of the precious life growing inside of her.

The precious life that could also be mine.

I was taken aback when a nurse blocked me from my path, separating me from Astrid. I held my arm out to Astrid as the nurses continued to push her away from me and entered the emergency room.

"Sir, you need to wait outside. No one is allowed inside the emergency room," the nurse explained to me when he saw my expression.

My shoulders slumped, and I opened my mouth to protest, but I stopped myself, knowing that they just wanted what was best for Astrid. It's best for Astrid if I do as they say.

I could only watch as the nurse turned away, disappearing through the swinging doors.

I just stood there dreadfully, with a sinking feg settling in the pit of my stomach.

"Astrid! What happened to her?! Where is she?!" Drysta shouted, filling the hallways with his loud voice.

He held me by my collar as he forced me to face him.

"She's inside the emergency room," I spoke lifelessly.

Drystan's face ran cold, and his hold on my shirt loosened. He took a step back and stared at the emergency room, fear clouding his face.

"H-how is she?" Drystan asked me. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

The heavy silence that hung between us only heightened the sense of dread coiling in the pit of his stomach.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

"She's in critical condition," I answered him, unable to look at his face.

"Is she going to be okay? What about the child? Is he alright?" Drystan asked with a desperate look in his eyes.

I finally lifted my eyes to him when I heard his question. I am surprised by the way he addressed Astrid's child; it seemed like the life inside of her wasn't his at all.

Could it really be possible that—

"The child has to survive no matter what. Astrid won't be able to handle it if her unborn child dies," Drystan adds, oblivious to the shock written all over my face.

I turned around, breaking eye

contact with him. I'm not even sure

if Astrid is going to survive, but the baby. With the blood that has poured out of her body, it's highly unlikely that it would still survive.

Drystan sat on the chair nearest to him as my silence shattered his resolve. "I shouldn't have brought her to your Pack. I should have said no to her. I should have tried my best to convince her not to go." Drystan spoke remorsefully as he burrowed his face into his palms.

My brows furrowed as I remembered how I found Astrid hanging at the abandoned building, begging for her life. Someone had to put Astrid there. It's impossible that she hanged herself there. Someone is trying to kill Astrid.

I glanced at Drystan, watching as he blamed himself for what happened to Astrid.

I couldn't think of anyone who would want Astrid dead. Nightsong Pack doesn't have any enemies who will take revenge on Astrid.

I wonder who would dare to harm her while she's inside my own Pack. Who else would Astrid have offended that they would want to kill her?

My eyebrows shot up when I remembered how suspicious Drystan felt about Giselle.

I remember Drystan telling me that Astrid was supposed to meet with Giselle and then talk to me. However, Giselle insisted that she hadn't seen Giselle.

Was she kidnapped before she met Giselle, or was Giselle lying to us just like Drystan had sensed about her?

"K-Killian, where is Astrid? How is she? I came as soon as I heard!" Before I could entertain the thoughts that I had, Giselle suddenly arrived with a worried look on her face.

Behind her, there was Alpha Damien, keeping her company.

"Giselle?" I uttered her name in surprise, not expecting that I would see her here.

"How is she?" Giselle asked me worriedly as she looked at the doors of the emergency room with a sad look on her face.

Even though Astrid had tried to harm her many times before, she still hadn't grown any resentment towards Astrid. How could I accuse Giselle of trying to harm Astrid?

"Is she alright?" Giselle asked once again when no one answered her.

"She will be okay," I assured her.

Giselle heaved a sigh of relief when she heard my answer. "The Pack Warriors told me everything. I don't think this is an accident. Killian, you should investigate this matter, further," Giselle spoke pleadingly as she tugged my arm.

Seeing how worried she was and how much she wanted to help Astrid. I knew she couldn't possibly be the person behind this.