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 as abandoned, untouched. But

through the ruins sending a

me, and

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

roared, his voice

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

transformation was instant, muscles stretching, bones snapping into

growled with

was already tearing into the

smaller but quick, darted between attackers, her teeth

were fast,

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

beneath me,

I ended its threat and

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

it, pinning it beneath his paws, and growled low in

his dark fur, but he barely

sharp with urgency as she leapt away from

its side before it could

let out a thunderous snarl, his sheer size and

a group of rogues, scattering them

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

something out of the corner of my eye. There was

that the Rogue

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

as he saw me coming

"After them!" Drystan roared.

the treeline, his massive frame