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.

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

let that happen-not to myself, not to Killian, and

my heart

but not anymore. Whatever this

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

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

Everyone is outside, busy about

as she had left it -pristine, untouched, as if the woman who owned

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

the door behind me, locking it with a soft click. Standing in the middle of her room, I let my eyes

was neatly

cluttered with cosmetics and

if she would be coming back at any moment to sit and brush her hair, to plot her

her.

breath, steeling myself, and began to

clothes from her wardrobe, scattered trinkets and bottles across the floor in my

let myself leave this room without finding it. The book was my only clue, my only chance to understand what was happening

had turned into a mess, everything thrown

was

I hadn't found it.

had been lying

trick, one final attempt to mess

then something caught