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?"

one

mind spinning with possibilities.

was everything to me. My mate. My strength. Maybe

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

using that

Nova and Drystan from across

close to the truth, each piece

glance they exchanged felt like a dagger aimed at the secret Killian and I were

posture stiff, his face a mask of neutrality. But I knew him too

whispered, my voice

jaw tightened, but

tension. "This ledger... The handwriting is familiar, but I can't place it. Whoever wrote this had access

Drystan agreed, his tone sharp. "Not just any Pack member could coordinate with the rogues like

glance with Killian. He looked away, his golden eyes

beneath the table, squeezing it

to us, her expression conflicted. "Do you think there's someone in Silvermoon who could have done this? Someone who would have

"I don't

his eyes narrowing. "We need to search deeper into Liora's past, her connections.

our room, the fire casting

between us, silent

finally, his voice

to make sure they don't find out from the rogues. If the truth comes out, it has to come

snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. "Do you know what that

them? To Drystan?