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.

simmering beneath the surface. If I didn't face it, if I

to myself, not to Killian, and not

my heart pounding in my chest. No more

Whatever this was, whatever Giselle had done or discovered, I would face

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

slowed. I stood outside

Everyone is outside,

room was exactly as she had left it -pristine, untouched, as

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

and for a moment, I wanted to walk away.

closed the door behind me, locking it with a soft click.

was neatly made,

cluttered with cosmetics and

be coming back at any moment to sit and brush her hair, to plot her next move. But she

her.

took a breath, steeling myself, and began

wardrobe, scattered trinkets

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

The room had turned into a mess,

was

I hadn't found

had been lying

trick, one final attempt to mess with

something caught my