Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 323: The Book Astrid's

POV

I tried to focus on the world around me, to drown out her voice with the rhythm of my footsteps, anything to make my mind occupied with something else.

But it was no use. My mind kept circling back to the same thing.

The book.

I hated myself for even considering it, but I couldn't deny that I was curious. Giselle had said it would explain everything - what kind of monster I was, what I was becoming.

And as much as I tried to convince myself that it was all lies, I couldn't help but wonder if the book held the answers I was so desperately seeking.

Maybe it was the key to understanding the darkness that had started to consume me. Maybe it would give me the answers I feared most.

But did I even want those answers? Did I want to confront the truth, or would it be easier to turn away and pretend that Giselle was just playing with my mind?

I had spent so much time running - from my feelings, from my past, from the wolf inside me - that the thought of facing it all was terrifying.

I just wanted this peace to last longer, but I know I could never run away from this forever.

There is no denying it anymore. It's even more dangerous to deny it.

There was no one who understood how dangerous the wolf inside me was better than I did.

felt the power growing, the rage simmering beneath the surface. If I didn't face it, if I didn't find out

myself, not to Killian, and not

in my tracks, my heart pounding in my

Whatever this was,

There's nothing for me to be afraid of. With newfound resolve, I turned on my heel and rushed up the stairs, my heart racing with each step. I had to find that book. I had to

I reached the hallway that led to Giselle's room, my pace slowed. I stood outside her door for a moment, staring at

empty. Everyone is

exactly as she had left it -pristine, untouched, as if the woman who owned it wasn't

scent of her perfume,

stomach twist, and for a moment, I wanted

it with a soft click. Standing in the middle of her room, I let my

neatly made, the

cluttered with cosmetics and

moment to sit and brush her hair, to plot her next move. But she wouldn't. This was the end

her.

a breath, steeling myself, and began to

clothes from her wardrobe, scattered trinkets and bottles

I became. I couldn't let myself leave this room without finding it. The book was my

wasn't sure. The room had

was growing.

here. I hadn't found

been lying after

was just one last trick, one final attempt to mess with my

then something