Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Secrets of the Forsaken Amulet

Nova's POV

The library was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth.

A dozen open books surrounded me, their pages filled with old, faded scripts that blurred together in my tired mind.

Liora's journal lay at the center of it all, her precise handwriting guiding me through fragmented thoughts and cryptic hints.

The Rogue King. The Forsaken Amulet. The medallion Rowena had presented at the council meeting. All of it pointed to a larger puzzle, but the pieces didn't fit-

not yet.

I ran my fingers over one of the pages, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Liora had always been meticulous, deliberate. If she had left clues, they were here for a reason.

"Still no luck?" Drystan's voice broke the silence.

I looked up to find him leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, his

expression soft but concerned.

"Not yet," I admitted. "But there's something here. I can feel it."

He walked over, pulling a chair beside me. His presence was grounding, his steady confidence a balm to my frayed nerves.

"What are you looking for?" he asked, his gaze scanning the pages.

"Anything about the Amulet," I said. "Liora mentioned it once, just in passing. But now..." I trailed off, my thoughts tangled.

Drystan reached for one of the books, flipping through it idly. "The rogues wouldn't be this focused on something unless it's powerful. And if Rowena's involved..."

more than she's telling us,"

stalling. Killian knows it too, but he's not ready to push her

she'll reveal," I

but his silence was answer

words were scrawled hastily, as if she'd written them in a hurry. My heart skipped a beat as my

where light meets shadow. Emberwood will guard

the words with

leaned closer, his brow furrowing.

nodded, my pulse quickening. "It has to be there. The Amulet. The

don't have time to waste. If the rogues are

tense, the weight of our discovery pressing heavily on all of us. Killian led the group, his expression grim as he barked orders

an eerie glow. The air was thick with the scent of

moved to my side, his presence a reassuring shadow as we entered the ruins. The remains of ancient walls and archways loomed around us, their edges softened

the creeps," Astrid muttered, her

I admitted, my

into the ruins, the light fading until we were left with only the pale glow of

as we entered a wide,

BUMS

Drystan asked, his voice barely

senses on edge. The air felt wrong-charged with something I

as the

and brutal. Rogues poured from the

air as they

out, sharp and clear. "Hold

first rogue that lunged for me. Drystan

tearing through another as we fought back to

us," he growled, his

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