Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 382: The Cursed Relic

Astrid's POV

The air in the council chamber was heavy, almost suffocating, as Killian explained what Nova and Drystan had learned.

The Amulet wasn't just a weapon-it was a curse, a relic tied to the Rogue King's bloodline.

Destroying it would require a confrontation with the one enemy we couldn't afford to lose to.

The warriors gathered around the table exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions grim.

"The Rogue King won't wait for us to come to him,” Killian said. “He'll strike first. And when he does, he'll bring every rogue under his command. If we're not ready, it's over."

Nova's voice was steady, though I could hear the anger and pain beneath it. "We can't let him use the Amulet. If it falls into his hands, he won't just destroy the Packs-he'll twist everything we've built into his version of chaos."

I glanced at the Amulet, its faint glow seeming almost malevolent.

Just looking at it made my wolf uneasy, as if it could sense the darkness radiating from the artifact.

"What's the plan?" Drystan asked, his tone sharp.

"We take it to the Emberwood ruins," Killian said. "It's the only place where we can face him without endangering the Pack. If we're lucky, we can draw him out, use his blood to destroy the Amulet, and end this."

"And if we're not lucky?" Nova asked, her voice edged with bitterness.

Killian's gaze was hard. "Then we fight. To the last wolf, if we have to."

The journey back to the Emberwood ruins felt longer than it should have.

The forest was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of wildlife replaced by an oppressive silence.

The warriors moved in formation, their senses sharp, every step deliberate.

stayed close to Killian, my thoughts racing as we approached the ruins. My wolf was restless,

here before," I murmured, my gaze scanning the familiar

time, we're

meant to reassure me, but they didn't.

the ruins, the sun was setting, casting long shadows across

its glow brighter now, as if it could

Killian ordered, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "Nova, Drystan, and I will take the Amulet to the vault. The rest

argue, to insist on staying by his side, but I knew better. Killian was doing what he always did-protecting us, even if it meant putting

said softly, meeting his

softening for just

air was colder, heavier. The walls seemed to close in as we descended into

wrong," Nova said,

replied. “It's been here too long, feeding on

pedestal where the Amulet had rested

worn.

it, the glow dimming slightly as

said suddenly, her eyes

"What

already here," she replied, her voice

far without a plan of his

came

from the shadows

as the

snarls and the clash of

fought my way through the fray, my wolf surging forward as

metallic tang of blood, the sound of battle

and Drystan stood side by side, their movements

ripping

to take the Amulet!" I shouted, my voice

through a rogue that got