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.

felt the power growing, the rage simmering beneath the surface. If I didn't face it, if I didn't find out what was really happening to me,

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

my tracks, my heart pounding in my

avoiding the truth for too long, but not anymore. Whatever

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

pace slowed. I stood outside her door for a moment, staring at it,

empty. Everyone

open. The room was exactly as she had left

her perfume, the

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

stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking it with a soft click. Standing in

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 end

her.

a breath, steeling

rifled through her drawers, pulled clothes from her wardrobe, scattered trinkets

frantic I became. I couldn't let myself leave this room without finding it.

had turned into a mess, everything thrown

was growing.

here. I hadn't

had been

final attempt

something