Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 371: Getting Closer

Nova's POV

The room was silent, save for the crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth.

I sat at the head of the long table, staring at the assortment of documents scattered before me.

Each piece felt like a fragment of a puzzle too shattered to put back together. Drystan stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, his expression grim.

His wolf had been on edge since our return from the Emberwood ruins. So had mine.

"They planned it," I murmured, breaking the silence. "Liora's death wasn't just a rogue attack. They lured her there, Drystan. And someone helped them."

Drystan's jaw tightened, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "We've suspected as much. But we need proof-something that ties this to someone in the Pack. Without it, we have nothing."

I picked up the silver locket we'd found at the ruins, my fingers brushing over its worn surface.

Liora had carried it with her everywhere. Finding it there felt like she'd left it as a breadcrumb, a plea for the truth to be uncovered. But the truth was elusive, always just out of reach.

Drystan moved closer, his presence grounding me as I turned over the next piece of evidence: a ledger recovered from the ruins.

The handwriting was unfamiliar, the ink smudged, but the entries were clear.

"Meet Silvermoon informant-primary target: Liora Duskwatch. Location: Emberwood ruins."

"Why the Emberwood ruins?" I asked, looking up at Drystan. "What's so important about that place?"

he replied, his voice clipped. "A place no one

my mind spinning with possibilities. "But why Liora? Why target her

into fists at his sides. "She was everything to me. My mate. My strength. Maybe they thought by taking her, they'd weaken me enough to eliminate me as a

ached at his words, but I knew he was right. Liora's

the rogues were using that wound to

and Drystan from across

the truth, each piece of evidence bringing them

like a dagger aimed at

of neutrality. But I knew him too well. Beneath the surface, he

out of time," I whispered, my voice low enough

tightened, but

handwriting is familiar, but I can't place it. Whoever wrote this had access to

high up," Drystan agreed, his tone sharp. "Not just any Pack member could

looked

hand beneath the table, squeezing

to us, her expression conflicted. "Do you think there's someone in

to meet her gaze, even as my wolf bristled with unease. "I don't know," I said carefully. "But if there is,

nodded, his eyes narrowing. "We need to search deeper into

sat in our room, the fire casting flickering

the table between us, silent reminders of

said finally, his voice heavy. "It's just a matter

steady the storm ragingz inside me. "Then we have to make sure they don't find out from the rogues. If the truth comes out, it has

toward me, his eyes

to them? To