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..."

than she's telling

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

she'll reveal," I said softly, my

his silence was answer

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

his brow furrowing. "The ruins? That's on Silvermoon

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

"Then we don't have time to waste. If the rogues

heavily on all of us. Killian led the group, his expression grim as he barked orders

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 made my wolf's ears twitch. "Spread out," Killian

presence a reassuring shadow as we entered the ruins. The remains of ancient walls and archways loomed around us, their edges softened by moss and

gives me the creeps," Astrid muttered, her voice

alone," I admitted, my wolf pacing restlessly

the light fading until we were left with only the pale glow of the moon to guide

my blade as we entered a wide,

BUMS

Drystan asked, his voice

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

as the first shadow

was swift and brutal. Rogues poured from the

as they

rang out, sharp and clear. "Hold your

through the first rogue that

his claws tearing through another as we

for us," he

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