Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 386: The Amulet’s Power

Nova's POV

The journey to Shadowfang territory was slow and tense. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl, put us on edge.

The warriors moved in near silence, their weapons ready, their gazes sharp.

The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the forest.

Drystan stayed close to me, his presence steady, though I could sense the storm raging beneath his calm exterior.

Neither of us spoke much. The weight of what we might find-and what it could mean for Liora's sacrifice-hung heavily between us.

Astrid and Killian led the group, their eyes scanning the path ahead.

The Rogue King's forces had fortified Shadowfang, and the closer we got, the more we felt his presence.

We reached the outskirts of Shadowfang territory just before dawn.

The air was thick with the scent of rogues and something darker-something I couldn't quite place.

"We'll rest here," Killian said, his voice low but firm. "Drystan, take a small group and scout ahead. Report back with anything you find."

Drystan nodded, his expression grim. "Come on," he said to the warriors nearest him.

As they disappeared into the trees, Astrid sat beside me, her gaze distant. "This place feels wrong," she said quietly.

I nodded. "It's like the forest itself is holding its breath."

She didn't respond, but her silence spoke volumes.

Drystan returned hours later, his face pale and his jaw tight.

low but steady. "The Rogue King has more wolves than we

of anger ran through the group. Pups. The Rogue King's

all," Drystan

its edges torn and bloodied. The symbol of the Rogue King was emblazoned on it, but what caught my attention was the faint glow clinging to the

I whispered, my stomach

it. Or

a safe distance from

tense as

the fire, Liora's journal in my hands. The hidden letter I'd found

tied to a bloodline, one that must be protected at all

thinking?" Drystan asked, sitting

"Liora's letter-it's connected to the Amulet somehow. She said it's tied to a bloodline. That means it's not just a relic. It's a

"To what?"

using it, he must

"Then we

morning, we moved closer to the camp,

King's forces were larger than we'd anticipated. Wolves of all ages trained in the

the Amulet. It hung around the Rogue King's neck, its faint glow pulsing

him," Astrid said, her voice barely

my wolf uneasy. "It's not just

"What

to a bloodline. The Rogue King isn't

gaze sharpened. "Then who is it

answer, but the unease in

watched, the Rogue King raised the Amulet,

him fell silent, their gazes fixed on

isn't good," Drystan

King's voice

and malice This is the future. With this Amulet, we will crush the Packs. No Alphas, no