Reclaiming My Broken Luna

: Save the Date



Killian's POV

A deep, weary sigh escaped my lips as I stared down at the latest reports that never seemed to end from my Pack.

Despite my rtless efforts day in and day out, the Silvermoon Pack seemed to be mired in an endless spiral of problems and setbacks.

My brows furrowed in frustration as I ran my calloused hand through my hair. Every time I resolve one issue, two more will crop up and take its place. The finances were in disarray, our Pack military was dwindling, and tensions within the Pack were reaching a boiling point. No matter how hard I work and try to balance all things together, in the end, I can only do one thing at once.

If only I could, I would slice my body in half so I could at least be more productive than I already am.

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My jaw tightened as I thought about the Nightsong Pack. While our Pack struggled, the Nightsong Pack is thriving - their numbers are growing, and their reputation is spreading. I heard Drystan is getting offers here and there every single day as he earned the respect and loyalty of werewolves far and wide.

Of course, he wouldn't have done it without Astrid's help. When Astrid was the Luna of our Pack, she had done the same thing to our Pack, too. The tides had changed ever since Astrid switched places. When she left, she left me with nothing. I had to carry everything on my own.

I let out a low feral growl. I felt cheated. It wasn't fair. I am pouring my efforts, time, and sweat out. I have devoted my life to building up this Pack and have fought tooth and nail through countless battles and challenges. But no matter how hard I pushed, how much I sacrificed, it never seemed enough.

Instead, the Nightsong Pack, which used to be a small, insignificant Pack, is starting to catch up on us as it grows and as we decline.

If only I had one person who could support me or carry out some of my tasks. They don't have to be as smart and as capable as Astrid. As long as they take a few jobs from my hand, it would actually be a great help for me to put more effort and focus on one field.

I dug my claws into the arms of my chair as I swore under my breath. I would never allow the Nightsong Pack to surpass us. Whatever the Nightsong Pack manages to reach, we will always be a few steps ahead of them.

I would do whatever it took to restore our Pack to its former glory, even if it meant clawing and fighting my way back to the top.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," I commanded while I pored over the reports again.

"Son."

I lifted up my chin when I heard my mother's voice.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" I asked her as I pushed the reports away and stood up to meet her.

I thought it was Beta Ryder who knocked on my door. He's always the one knocking on my door to deliver new reports that I have to go through.

"Is it okay if I talk to you for a moment?" my mom asks me kindly as she settles down on my couch.

"What is it?" I asked her directly since I don't have time even for chit-chats.

"I was thinking about setting the date already and sending invitations to other Packs already," my mom suggested with a hopeful look in her eyes. "For what?" My brows knotted together.

"Isn't it enough time for Giselle to claim her rightful position? Giselle's belly has grown big already. I don't. think we still have time to wait any longer. don't want my grandson to witness her mom's marriage. Marriage should happen before the child is even born," my mom tried to convince me.

I sighed. Here we go again. Our plan was to wait until Giselle earned the trust of the people so there would be no objections to her ascension ceremony.

Giselle had done nothing to prove herself yet. In fact, her failed task even brought a significant decline to her reputation.

"I don't think the Pack would agree to this," I stated matter of factly.

"Which is why I'm suggesting that you set the date already and start sending the news to other Packs," my mother answered matter of factly.

I looked at my mother in disbelief. I couldn't believe how serious she sounded as she spoke about cheating our Pack members.

She wants me to announce my marriage outside first before announcing it to the Pack so that our Pack members would have a hard time defying me.

"I know you have your own ethics

and principles, son. You are just like

your father, always upright and righteous in leading the Pack without knowing where to bend. If it wasn't for me, Drystan would have been the Silvermoon Pack's Alpha and not him."

I looked up at my mother with a surprised look on my face. What did my mother do that my father still managed to inherit the Pack?

"What do you mean, mother?" I asked her with my brows knotted together.

My mother looked at me with wide eyes like she had said something she shouldn't have.