Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 367: The Trap Astrid's POV

The forest around the Emberwood ruins was a tangle of shadows and silence.

Every crunch of leaves beneath our boots and rustle of branches above felt amplified in the eerie stillness.

My wolf stirred uneasily within me, its senses sharp as if anticipating an ambush. Killian walked at my side, his posture rigid with tension.

Drystan and Nova followed close behind, their weapons at the ready, and a small group of warriors flanked us.

We'd planned this mission carefully, but the weight of the Forsaken Amulet and the shadow of the Rogue King made every step feel like a gamble.

As we approached the ruins, the crumbling stone walls loomed into view, covered in moss and vines.

A cold wind blew through the trees, carrying a faint metallic tang that made my stomach churn.

"It's too quiet," Killian muttered, his eyes scanning the treeline. "I don't like it." Drystan nodded grimly. "If the Rogue King knows we're here, he's waiting."

"We don't have a choice," I said, gripping my blade tightly. "We need to find the relic before he does."

We stepped cautiously into the ruins, the air growing colder as the trees gave way to crumbling archways and uneven stone paths.

The ruins stretched out before us, a maze of fallen towers and collapsed chambers.

"Spread out," Killian ordered, his voice low but firm. "Search every corner. If the relic is here, we'll find it."

As we moved deeper into the ruins, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

My wolf growled softly, a warning I couldn't ignore. I scanned the shadows, but there was nothing-only the oppressive silence and the distant whispers of the wind.

Nova paused near a collapsed wall, her fingers brushing over an ancient carving. "Liora mentioned these ruins in her journal," she murmured. "She wrote about the rogue leaders meeting here, but... something's off."

"Off how?" Drystan asked, his voice tight.

ruins as abandoned, untouched. But these markings... they're

the ruins sending a shiver

wolf bristled within me, and I knew

heavier, and before any of us could react, figures emerged from the shadows—rogues, dozens of them,

roared, his voice carrying above

and I exchanged a glance. No words were needed. The moment the rogues lunged, we shifted in

bones snapping into place as our wolves took

growled

massive black wolf was already tearing into the nearest rogue, his

her teeth flashing as she ripped into

fast, but we were

rogue, sinking my teeth into its shoulder

struggling beneath me, but

swift motion, I ended its threat and turned to

jaws snapping at a

it beneath his paws, and growled low

but he

with urgency as she leapt

claws raking across its side before it could land

thunderous snarl, his

a group of rogues, scattering them

but he whipped around, throwing it off with

my eye. There was someone standing from afar, silently

the

link. "The Rogue King is here!” I sprinted off to

ran away as soon as he

"After them!" Drystan roared.

toward the treeline, his massive frame disappearing