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,"

knows it too, but he's not ready

reveal," I said

but his silence

flipping to a page where Liora's words were scrawled hastily, as if she'd written them in a hurry. My heart

hidden where light meets shadow. Emberwood will guard its

I whispered, tracing the words with

closer, his brow furrowing. "The

to be there.

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

of us. Killian led the group, his expression grim as he barked orders to the warriors flanking us. Astrid was at his

in an eerie glow. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone, and the

moved to my side, his presence a reassuring shadow as we entered the ruins. The remains of ancient walls and

creeps," Astrid muttered, her voice low

I admitted, my wolf

until we were left with only

hilt of my blade as

BUMS

that?" Drystan asked, his voice barely above

edge. The air felt wrong-charged

as the first shadow

swift and brutal. Rogues poured from the

the air as they descended on

out, sharp and

first rogue that lunged for me.

side, his claws tearing through another as

were waiting for us," he

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