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.

face it, if

myself, not to

tracks, my heart pounding

the truth for too long, but not anymore. Whatever this was, whatever Giselle had done

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 know what it said, no matter how much I feared the

slowed. I stood outside her door for a moment, staring at it, my hand hovering over

the packhouse was empty. Everyone is

pushed the door open. The room was exactly as she had left it -pristine, untouched, as if the woman who owned

thick with the scent of her perfume, the scent that used to fill every

my stomach twist, and for a moment, I wanted to walk away. But

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

neatly made,

cluttered with cosmetics and

moment to sit and brush her hair,

her.

breath, steeling myself,

from her wardrobe, scattered trinkets

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

passed, maybe even hours. I wasn't sure. The room had turned into a mess, everything thrown

was growing.

hadn't

been lying

last trick, one final

then something