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..."

she's telling

tightening. "She's stalling. Killian knows it too, but

what she'll reveal," I said

didn't respond, but his

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

Amulet lies hidden where light meets shadow. Emberwood will guard its secrets until the

tracing the words with my

leaned closer, his brow furrowing. "The ruins?

pulse quickening. "It has to be

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

of us. Killian led the group, his expression grim as

came into view just 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 made my

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

gives me the creeps," Astrid muttered,

not alone," I admitted, my

light fading until we were left with only the

hilt of my blade as we

BUMS

Drystan asked,

on edge. The air

just as the first shadow

swift and brutal. Rogues poured from the

the air as

sharp and clear.

through the first rogue that lunged

his claws tearing through another as

were waiting for us," he

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