Reclaiming My Broken Luna 2

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 knows more than she's telling us," I finished bitterly.

Drystan nodded, his jaw tightening. "She's stalling. Killian knows it too, but he's not ready to push her yet."

"Because he's afraid of what she'll reveal," I said softly, my chest tightening.

Drystan didn't respond, but his silence was answer enough.

I returned my attention to the journal, flipping to a page where Liora's words were scrawled hastily, as if she'd written them in a hurry. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes caught on a line:

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

"Emberwood," I whispered, tracing the words with my finger.

Drystan leaned closer, his brow furrowing. "The ruins? That's on Silvermoon territory."

I nodded, my pulse quickening. "It has to be there. The Amulet. The medallion. It's all connected."

Drystan stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "Then we don't have time to waste. If the rogues are after it, they'll move fast."

The journey to Emberwood ruins was tense, the weight of our discovery pressing heavily on all of us. Killian led the group, his expression grim as he barked orders to the warriors flanking us. Astrid was at his side, her sharp gaze scanning the forest for any signs of danger.

The ruins 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 wolf's ears twitch. "Spread out," Killian ordered. "Stay alert."

Drystan moved to my side, his presence a reassuring shadow as we entered the ruins. The remains of ancient walls and archways loomed around us, their edges softened by moss and time.

"This place gives me the creeps," Astrid muttered, her voice low but sharp.

"You're not alone," I admitted, my wolf pacing restlessly within me.

We moved deeper into the ruins, the light fading until we were left with only the pale glow of the moon to guide us. My fingers tightened

around the hilt of my blade as we entered a wide, open courtyard.

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"Do you feel that?" Drystan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my senses on edge. The air felt wrong-charged with something I couldn't quite place.

"Trap," Astrid hissed, just as the first shadow moved.noveldrama

The ambush was swift and brutal. Rogues poured from the shadows, their growls

filling the air as they descended on us.

Killian's command rang out, sharp and clear. "Hold your ground!"

I spun, my blade cutting through the first rogue that lunged for me. Drystan was at

my side, his claws tearing through another as we fought back to back.

"They were waiting for us," he growled, his voice rough with anger.

"They knew we'd come," I replied, dodging another attack.

The fight was chaotic, the courtyard a blur of movement and blood. I caught a glimpse of Killian and Astrid fighting together, their movements synchronized and deadly.

One of the rogues broke through the line, lunging for me with claws outstretched. I moved to block, but before I could strike, Drystan was there, his claws ripping through the rogue's throat.

"Stay close," he said, his voice edged with worry.

I nodded, my breath coming in sharp bursts as I readied myself for the next

attack.

The battle raged on, the rogues relentless in their assault. But slowly, we began to push them back, their numbers dwindling as our warriors fought with unwavering determination.

By the time the last rogue fell, the courtyard was silent once more, save for the heavy breathing of those who remained standing.

Killian stepped forward, his blade dripping with blood as he surveyed the scene. "They knew we were coming," he said, his voice low and furious.

"They were guarding something," I said, my gaze sweeping the ruins.

Drystan knelt beside one of the fallen rogues, searching through their belongings.

He pulled out a small, folded piece of paper and handed it to me.

I unfolded it, my heart pounding as I read the words scrawled in rough, jagged script:

"The Forsaken Amulet lies within reach. The Alpha will fall, and the Packs will burn."

We left the ruins battered but alive, the weight of the rogue's message heavy on all of us.

"They're getting bolder," Killian said as we returned to the Packhouse. "This wasn't just a warning-it was a statement."

"They know about the Amulet," I said. "And they'll stop at nothing to get it."

Killian nodded, his expression dark. "Then we'll stop them first."