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 telling us," I

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

she'll reveal," I said softly, my chest

but his silence was

words were scrawled hastily, as if she'd

light meets shadow. Emberwood will guard

I whispered, tracing the

furrowing. "The ruins? That's on Silvermoon

nodded, my pulse quickening. "It has to be there. The Amulet. The medallion. It's all

scraping against the floor. "Then we don't have time to waste. If the rogues are after it,

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

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the crumbling structures in an eerie glow. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone, and the faint rustle of leaves

as we entered the ruins. The remains of

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

not alone," I admitted, my wolf pacing restlessly within

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

the hilt of my blade as

BUMS

feel that?" Drystan asked, his voice barely

nodded, my senses on edge. The air felt wrong-charged with something

just as the first

and brutal. Rogues poured from the shadows,

air as

rang out, sharp and clear. "Hold

spun, my blade cutting through the first rogue that lunged for me. Drystan

his claws tearing through another as we fought back to

for us," he growled, his voice rough with

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