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..."

knows more than she's

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

she'll reveal,"

didn't respond, but his silence

journal, flipping to a page where Liora's words were scrawled hastily, as if she'd written them in a hurry. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes caught on

hidden where light meets shadow. Emberwood will

whispered, tracing the words with my

his brow furrowing. "The ruins?

my pulse quickening. "It has to be

his chair scraping against the floor. "Then we don't have time to waste. If the rogues are

the group, his expression grim as he barked orders to the warriors flanking us. Astrid was at his side, her sharp gaze scanning the

air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone, and the faint rustle of leaves made my wolf's ears twitch. "Spread out," Killian ordered. "Stay

the ruins. The remains of ancient walls and archways loomed around us, their edges softened by moss and

me the creeps," Astrid muttered, her voice low but

alone," I admitted, my wolf pacing restlessly within

light fading until we were left with

blade as we

BUMS

you feel that?" Drystan asked, his voice barely

senses on edge. The air felt wrong-charged with something I couldn't quite

just as the first shadow

swift and brutal. Rogues poured from

as they

rang out, sharp and clear.

my blade cutting through the first rogue that

another as we

were waiting for us," he growled, his

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