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?"

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

my mind spinning with possibilities.

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

right. Liora's death had

now, the rogues were using that wound to

across the

each piece of evidence bringing them closer to Rowena's

at the secret Killian and I were desperately

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

out of time," I whispered, my voice

tightened, but he

voice broke through the tension. "This ledger... The handwriting is familiar, but I can't place it. Whoever

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

looked away, his golden eyes flickering with

for his hand beneath the table,

"Do you think there's someone in

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

search deeper into Liora's past, her connections. There's something we're

and I sat in our room, the fire

between us, silent reminders of

find out," Killian said finally, his voice heavy. "It's just a matter of

around myself, trying to steady the storm ragingz inside me. "Then we have to make sure

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

To Drystan?