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.

of the ambush at Emberwood ruins was still fresh in

travel, we reached a small clearing. In the center stood a modest hut, its wooden walls

sign of life in

is it," Drystan said, his

scanning the area

anyone knows about the Rogue King's plans, it's

in the quiet clearing, and for a moment,

open, revealing a man with a scar running down the left side of his

eyes were sharp, his gaze assessing

nerve showing up here,"

need your help, Gavril," Drystan said

leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "And why

coming," I said, stepping forward. "And if he gets what

eyes flicked to me, narrowing slightly. "You're Nova," he

my wolf stir, a mixture of pain and resolve rising in

once, asking questions about the Rogue King. Smart girl. Too smart for her own

you know what

what Rowena did," he said

growled low in his throat, but I placed a hand on his arm, silently urging him to focus. "What

the hut was cramped and dimly lit, the air

"was created centuries ago by a rogue Almega who wanted to break the bond between Alphas and their Packs He

I asked, leaning

Amulet amplifies power," Gavril said. "But it also corrupts. It twists

until it consumes its

does

it," Gavril replied, "He believes it'll give him the strength to overthrow every Pack in the region. And maybe it will-at least for a while. But in

me. The

felt wrong, as though it was watching