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.

yourselves," he said, addressing the Pack. "Defiance

now, years later, they sent a chill

shifted, the edges

maybe seven or eight, sitting by a campfire in the middle of a

her face shadowed by the flickering

man whose voice felt oddly familiar, though

said. "You belong with us. You're

belong anywhere," Liora replied sharply, her posture tense. "And I won't risk my sister for your

can't hide

start, my chest heaving as if I'd been running for

did you have a bad dream?" My daughter,

raised my hand

questions. "I couldn't remet

swnl

slightly upon hearing my answer. "I'm fine Leira. You don't have to worry," I assured

in memory of my sister Liora. Drystan and I both agreed that

would grow as strong and kind as my

I watch as

the

it, smooth and commanding. I just couldn't remember when I heard it

my hands as I wondered why I

Pack was attacked. All houses were burned and all the Pack members were killed. Liora and I

had was just fragmented memories of burning houses and werewolves

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