Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 381: The Marked One

Nova's POV

The weight of betrayal still pressed heavily on my chest as I left the council chamber.

My hands trembled at my sides, the urge to destroy something coursing through me.

Liora's face haunted my mind her laughter, her kindness, the way she had brought light to every room she entered.

Now, that light was gone, extinguished by Rowena's greed and fear.

I couldn't even look at Killian. His silence, his complicity, felt like another dagger in the back.

Drystan hadn't spoken since we left. His rage was simmering, barely contained, but I knew it would erupt soon.

We had to keep moving. If we stopped now, the weight of our anger and grief would bury us.

"Where to now?" I asked quietly as Drystan and I stepped into the night.

He didn't answer at first, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the dark forest ahead.

Finally, he said, "We need answers. If Rowena's betrayal is the beginning of this, the Rogue King is the end. And I know someone who might know how to end him."

"The marked man," I said, understanding instantly.

Drystan nodded. "Liora mentioned him in her journal. He's the only lead we have."

The journey back to where Liora and I used to live was long and tense. We moved quickly, our senses sharp, knowing that rogue patrols could appear at any moment.

The forest was quiet, the kind of quiet that made your wolf restless.

Drystan led the way, his movements precise and deliberate. I stayed close, my fingers brushing against the hilt of my blade.

fresh in my mind, and I wouldn't let

clearing. In the center stood a modest hut, its wooden walls weathered and

chimney, the only sign of life in the

is it," Drystan

he's still here?" I asked, scanning the area for any signs of a

leave. If anyone knows about the Rogue

on the door. The sound echoed in the quiet

revealing a man with a scar

sharp, his gaze assessing as he looked

up here," the man

help,

crossing his arms. "And why should I help

is coming," I said, stepping forward. "And if

to me, narrowing slightly.

name made my wolf stir, a mixture of pain and resolve rising in my chest.

nodded, his expression unreadable. "She came to me once, asking questions about the Rogue King. Smart girl. Too smart

my fists. "Then you know what happened

Rowena did," he

arm, silently urging him

hut was cramped and dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of herbs

worn chair, "was created centuries ago by a rogue Almega who wanted to break the bond between Alphas and their Packs He believed it would free wolves from what he

asked,

power," Gavril said. "But it

on fears and doubts, until it consumes its

does the Rogue King

believes it'll give him the strength to overthrow every Pack in the region. And maybe it

chill through me. The Amulet's presence

though it was