Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 260: Insulting Lecture Nova's POV Anger coursed throughlike wildfire, igniting every nerve in my body. I wanted nothing more than to punch Drystan in the face right then and there. His words were so insulting, cutting deeper than any physical blow.

He wasn't just criticizing my actions; he was getting personal, attacking my dignity in the most humiliating way possible while framing it as his innocent act of concern.

I never felt so insulted in my entire life, and Michael just had to hear those words and witness the whole spectacle. What would Michael think ofnow? We were just talking, being together alone as friends. We don't even have a real relationship with each other. Drystan just walked right in on us, accusing us of things that I don't even know where he got from. Drystan had turned our friendly conversation into a public shaming, and for sure, Michael felt uncomfortable with it as well. The way he lecturedabout dignity, shame, and purity, it's as if he viewedas skind of whore was beyond infuriating. He was deliberately humiliating me! I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I wondered what Michael was thinking aboutnow. He must be wondering if I had a history of something like this in the past, which would explain Drystan's exaggerated behavior.

But the truth is, I had none! I never had a boyfriend, and I've never tried dating in my entire life. I had no idea where Drystan's outrageous thoughts cfrom. It was as if he viewedas nothing more than a disgrace, mere object of scorn.

I was so provoked by his insulting words that I didn't think twice about renouncing my membership to the Pack. I hadn't even fully processed the weight of my decisions. The words just spilled from my lips without a second thought, just so I could break free from his control and authority over me.

"Nova," Michael stared atwith wide eyes, surprised by my words.

"We are leaving, NOW!" I grabbed his arm, determined to walk away and pack our things so we could finally be out of this place.

Just as we were about to step out of the room, Drystan suddenly coughed out loud. His cough was dangerously alarming, and my head instinctively whipped around to find out what had happened to him. My eyes widened in horror when I saw the blood pooling in his palm that he used to cover his mouth. He stared at it, disbelief flickering across his features, while blood trickled from his mouth, staining his clothes.

"Drystan," I uttered shakily, my voice barely above a whisper.

In an instant, my anger evaporated, replaced by a tide of fear and concern that threatened to overwhelm me.

He suddenly stumbled, his body swaying as he reached for the wall, seeking support. But it wasn't enough; his strength gave way, and in a heartbeat, he collapsed to the floor.

"Drystan!" I yelled, panic surging throughlike a tidal wave. I rushed to his side, my heart racing as I caught him just before he hit the ground, cradling him against me.

"Drystan, Drystan," I called, my voice trembling as I tapped his cheek, desperately trying to rouse him. Just moments ago, he had been full of energy, arguing withwhen he just started coughing blood. "Someone help us! Call the Doctor!" Michael shouted from outside, his voice frantic and echoing with urgency.

I continued to hold Drystan, feeling the warmth of his body, hoping against hope that he would respond. Seeing him up close, I noticed his weathered features - lines etched deep into his skin like he had added more years to his age in just three years that I was gone.

His face, which used to be filled with youth and vitality, is now marked with exhaustion, reflecting the stress that had worn him down over time.

This ledto wonder what had happened to him while I was gone.

"Nova," Michael said, his voice cutting through my thoughts as he suddenly grabbed my arm. "Help has arrived. You need to move over and let them work." Before I could fully process his words, Michael gently pulledup and guidedto the side.

Reluctantly, I stepped back, my heart heavy with concern as I watched the others carefully carry Drystan to a stretcher.

We followed closely behind as they transported him, my eyes locked on his pale face. The Pack Doctor was waiting, ready to take charge, as they placed Drystan onto the bed.

"Make sure he's stable," the Doctor instructed, his voice steady but urgent. I could see the focus in his eyes as he began to examine Drystan further, checking his vitals to assess what had happened I stood at the edge of the room, feeling a mix of helplessness and determination. My heart raced as dread filled my thoughts "What happened to him? Is his life in danger?" Tears blurred my vision as I asked the Doctor, my voice trembling with worry.

The Pack Doctor looked atwith a heavy expression, regret shadowing his features. "Drystan hasoverworked himself," he began, his tone measured yet grave. "This has caused damage to his wolf, which is why he coughed up blood."

I took a sharp intake of breath at his words, the weight of their meaning crashing overlike a wave Myn gaze flickered to Drystan, and the E sight of him in such a vulnerable state broke something inside me. Tears spilled from my eyes as I realized the extent of his suffering. How could someone overwork themselves to the point of causing damage to their wolf? Life must have been so hard on Drystan since I left. Without a Luna and without me, he had no one to share his burdens.

A wave of guilt washed over me, and I felt a deep ache in my chest. I grow

shouldn't have left him. I was so selfish! I knew the tasks would heavier after the alliance with the Shadowfang Pack, yet I chose to abandon him when he neededthe most I was so focused on my own pain. I was so focused on hating him without having any idea how much he was suffering.