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?"

isolated, ancient," he replied, his voice clipped. "A place no one would question if someone went missing. It was the

spinning with possibilities. "But why Liora? Why

sides. "She was everything to me. My mate. My strength. Maybe they thought by taking her, they'd

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

now, the rogues were using that wound to

and Drystan from across the room, my

to the truth, each piece of

word, every glance they exchanged felt like a dagger aimed at the secret Killian and I

his face a mask of neutrality.

whispered, my voice low enough for only him to

but

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

his tone sharp. "Not just any Pack member could coordinate

a glance with Killian. He looked

beneath the

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

with unease. "I don't know," I said carefully. "But if there is, we'll help you find

"We need to search deeper

I sat in our room, the

the table between us, silent

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

steady the storm ragingz inside me. "Then we have to make sure

his eyes blazing. "Do you

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