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.

the ruins as abandoned, untouched. But these

low growl echoed through the ruins sending

and

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

roared, his voice

glance. No words were needed. The moment the rogues lunged,

stretching, bones snapping

wolf, silver and sleek, growled with

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

quick, darted between attackers, her

were fast, but we were

lunged at the nearest rogue, sinking my teeth into its shoulder and throwing it

struggling beneath me, but I didn't

threat and turned

his jaws snapping at

paws, and growled low

dark fur, but he barely seemed

Nova's wolf howled, her voice sharp with urgency as she

across its side before

a thunderous snarl, his sheer size and strength cutting through

a group of rogues,

whipped around, throwing

the corner of my eye.

the Rogue

link. "The Rogue King

ran away as soon as he saw me coming

"After them!" Drystan roared.

his massive frame