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.

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

I couldn't let that happen-not to myself, not to Killian,

tracks, my heart pounding in my

anymore. Whatever this was, whatever Giselle had done or discovered,

my heel and rushed up the stairs, my

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

packhouse was empty. Everyone is outside,

and pushed the door open. The room was exactly as she had left it

inside was thick with the scent of her perfume, the scent that used

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

locking it with a soft click. Standing in the middle of her room, I

was neatly made,

cluttered with cosmetics and

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

her.

steeling myself, and began

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

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

had turned into a mess, everything

frustration was growing.

I hadn't found

been

final attempt to mess with

then something caught my