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.

her brow furrowed. "She described the ruins

echoed through the ruins

me, and I

any of us could react, figures emerged from the shadows—rogues, dozens

his voice

No words were needed. The moment

snapping into place as our wolves

silver and sleek, growled with fury, ready to

already tearing into the nearest

attackers, her teeth flashing as she ripped

rogues were fast, but

nearest rogue, sinking my teeth into its shoulder and throwing

beneath me, but I didn't

ended its threat and

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

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

his dark fur, but

howled, her voice sharp with urgency as she leapt away from an attacking

spun, her claws raking across its side before it

let out a thunderous snarl, his sheer size and strength cutting

of rogues,

rogue tried to latch onto his hind leg, but he whipped around, throwing it off with a vicious bite to its

out of the corner of my eye. There was someone standing from afar,

that the

"The Rogue King is

as he saw me

"After them!" Drystan roared.

bolted toward the treeline, his massive frame disappearing