Reclaiming My Broken Luna

: Losing Her

Killian’s POV

I paced back and forth with my arms crossed together, waiting for Drystan to call us back. Behind me, Giselle sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the empty hallway, waiting for someone to appear and call us.

The minutes ticked by, each one feg like an eternity. My brows are furrowed with worry, my mind racing with a thousand possible scenarios, each one more dire than the last. I couldn’t rest until I knew that Astrid was safe.

Giselle, too, felt the weight of the wait, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white with the strain.

“How long have we been waiting here?” I asked Giselle as I grew more and more impatient.

Giselle glanced down at her phone, her expression pensive. It’s been over two hours,” she murmured as her brows furrowed in confusion.

Two hours? Something doesn’t feel right. It wouldn’t take the doctor two hours to explain his diagnosis, wouldn’t he?

My heart sank as I ran a hand through my hair, a frustrated sigh escaping my lips. “Why haven’t they come out to tell us anything?”

Giselle reached out, placing a comforting hand on my arm. Should we call a nurse?” She suggested with worry clouding her features.

I shook my head. “No need, I’m going to check it myself,” I answered her as I strode towards Astrid’s room.

As I approached her room, my resolve began to waver, and a nagging sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach.

I could no longer wait in the hallway.

Giselle followed behind me, trying to match my footsteps. Her steps have become slow because she’s already heavily pregnant.

When I reached the hallway that led to Astrid’s room, I stopped in my tracks when I saw janitors coming in and out of Astrid’s room, emptying and cleaning the area.

“Excuse me,” I called one of the janitor’s attention.

“Yes, sir?” she asked as she faced me.

My eyes roamed inside the empty room. There are no traces of Astrid and Drystan in it.

The bed is already stripped of its linens as a pair of janitors methodically cleaned the space.

My breath got caught in my throat as I shifted my gaze back to the janitor in front of me. “Where’s the patient who was in here?”

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“Are you related to the patient, sir?” The janitor asked after she turned her attention to me.

“Yes,” I lied since I knew the strict rules in this hospital.

“Weren’t you informed, sir? The patient has moved to another hospital a short while ago. They left in a hurry.

“W-What?” I breathed out in disbelief as I stood there stunned.

I’ve been waiting in agony to check on Astrid, only to find out that Drystan had her transferred to a different place without even informing me?

“In which hospital was she transferred?” Giselle stepped up.

“I have no idea, ma’am. We were called to clean the room after the patient had already left,” the janitor answered.

Giselle gave her a warm smile. “Thank you for your time.”

“Killian,” Giselle called out my name when I turned on my heel to leave. “Killian!” she yelled again as she chased after me. Where are you going?” she asked me with hurried footsteps.

“I’m going to look for Astrid,” I answered her coldly.

“Killian, listen to me,” she said, her voice low and steady as she followed closely behind me. “Astrid is safe. Drystan will take care of her. I’m sure of it.”

Her words were meant to reassure me, but my mind refused to be calm. “How can you be so certain?” I demanded, my voice laced with barely contained desperation.

“I need to see her. I need to know that she’s safe with my very own eyes. I can’t just sit here and wait,” I spoke firmly.

Giselle’s expression shifted from concern to determination. With a gentle but firm touch, she grabbed me by the arm to stop me.

“I know you are worried, Killian. I am, too, but Drystan is one person we can trust to look after Astrid. He won’t let anything happen to her, I promise,” she spoke as her grip on my arm tightened.”

I clenched my jaw, and my eyes narrowed with determination. There’s only one place Drystan would take her – the Nightsong Pack,” I spoke, completely ignoring her words. “I have to go there, Giselle. I have to see that she’s safe.

Giselle’s expression shifted once again, a hint of apprehension creeping into her features. “Killian, I don’t think that’s a good idea. The Nightsong Pack would never let us in.”

Even though she was telling the truth, I didn’t let her words stop me. I was already moving, my mind set on a singular goal. “I have to know that Astrid is alright. I’ll go alone if I have to.” I’ve said my last words.

Giselle’s protests fell on deaf ears as I strode towards the exit. my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and unwavering resolve.

I have already lost Astrid once. I can’t lose her again this time.

The last time when I thought she was dead, there was hollowness inside my chest that I could never fill with whatever I did.

The thought of losing Astrid again – this time without even the chance to say goodbye would be the biggest regret of my life.

This is my second chance to make it up to her, and I would cling to it with every fiber of my being.

Se Souchan

What will Kilian see at the Nightsong Pack?