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.

turned to us, her brow furrowed. "She described the ruins as abandoned, untouched. But

the ruins sending

me, and I knew

air grew heavier, and before any of us could react, figures emerged from the shadows—rogues, dozens of them, their wolves snarling

roared, his voice carrying above the

were needed. The moment the rogues lunged, we shifted in

snapping into place

silver and sleek, growled with

into the nearest rogue,

darted between attackers, her teeth flashing as she ripped

rogues were fast,

my teeth into its shoulder and

me, but I

its threat and turned to face

a storm of strength and speed, his jaws snapping at a rogue that had tried

pinning it beneath his paws, and growled low in warning before finishing

his dark fur, but he barely

Nova's wolf howled, her voice sharp with

spun, her claws raking across its side

his sheer size and strength cutting

at a group of rogues,

to latch onto his hind leg, but he whipped around, throwing it off with a

when I caught something out of the corner of my

the

I shouted through the link. "The Rogue King is here!” I sprinted off to chase after

ran away as soon as he saw

"After them!" Drystan roared.

his massive frame disappearing