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.

didn't face it, if I didn't find out what was really happening

to myself, not to

tracks, my heart pounding in

had been avoiding the truth for too long, but not anymore. Whatever this was, whatever Giselle had done or discovered, I would

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

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

empty. Everyone

I twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The room was exactly as she had left it -pristine, untouched, as

inside was thick with the scent of her perfume,

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

click. Standing in the middle of her room, I

was neatly made, the

cluttered with cosmetics and

any moment to sit and brush her hair, to plot her next

her.

a breath, steeling myself, and began to

her wardrobe, scattered trinkets and bottles

without finding it. The book was my only clue, my only chance to understand what was

The room had turned into a

frustration was growing.

here. I hadn't

been lying after

last trick, one final attempt to mess with my mind before her

then something caught