Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 359

Chapter 359: Nightmare Nova's POV

I didn't dream often, or if I did, I never remembered them. But tonight, the images

were vivid and relentless, as if the past had clawed its way into my mind and

refused to let go.

I was small again, no more than four years old, hiding behind a tree as fire consumed our Pack. The acrid smell of smoke filled my lungs, and the air was thick with the metallic tang of blood.

Wolves howled in agony, their cries echoing through the night. My tiny hands gripped the bark of the tree as I peeked out, my heart racing.

A shadow loomed over me, massive and terrifying. "Stay quiet," Liora closely whispered to my ear, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes.

My older sister, Liora, looked young in my dream, still in her early teenage years. We were both just children, but she was forced to act brave to protect me, taking in the role of being the older sister.

I stared at her, my heart beating in fear. She crouched beside me, clutching a blade in one hand and shielding me with the other.

"Run, if I say so," she added, her tone leaving no room for argument.

I nodded, too scared to speak. Then, the shadow stepped closer, and I saw him.

A man—or at least he looked like one-stood at the edge of the clearing.

His face was shrouded in darkness, but his voice carried through the chaos, smooth and commanding.

on yourselves," he said, addressing

didn't understand his words then, but now, years

dream shifted, the edges blurring and

sitting by a campfire in the middle of

her face shadowed

voice felt oddly familiar, though

said. "You

posture tense. "And I won't risk my sister for your

"You can't hide forever, Liora. You'll come back to us. They always

a start, my chest heaving as if I'd

you have a bad dream?" My daughter, stared at

worries. I raised my hand and caressed my daughter's hair. "I think so," I answered to stop her from

questions. "I couldn't remet

swnl

upon hearing my answer. "I'm fine Leira. You

give her that name in memory of my sister Liora. Drystan and I both

wish that my daughter would grow as strong

down to have breakfast. Let's eat together." I watch as Leira ran out of the room,

room, my mind went back to the dream I just had once

I just couldn't remember when I heard it and where that voice

my bed, staring at my hands as I

was four years old, our Pack was attacked. All houses were burned and all the Pack members were killed. Liora

all happened. All I had was just fragmented memories of burning houses and werewolves fighting each

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