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.

I didn't face it, if I didn't find out

happen-not to myself, not to Killian, and

heart

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

heel and rushed up the stairs, my heart racing with each

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

the packhouse was empty. Everyone is outside, busy

the door open. The room was exactly as she had left it -pristine, untouched, as if the woman who owned it wasn't outside being led

scent of her perfume, the scent that used

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

locking it with a soft click.

neatly made,

cluttered with cosmetics and

would be coming back at any moment to sit and brush her hair, to plot her next move. But she wouldn't. This was the

her.

breath, steeling

through her drawers, pulled clothes from her wardrobe, scattered trinkets and bottles across the floor

this room without finding it. The book was my only clue, my

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

frustration was

hadn't

had been

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

something caught