Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 323

Astrid’s POV

I tried to focus on the world around me, to drown out her voice with the rhythm of my footsteps, anything to make my mind occupied with something else.

But it was no use. My mind kept circling back to the same thing.

The book.

I hated myself for even considering it, but I couldn’t deny that I was curious. Giselle had said it would explain everything — what kind of monster I was, what I was becoming.

And as much as I tried to convince myself that it was all lies, I couldn’t help but wonder if the book held the answers I was so desperately seeking.

Maybe it was the key to understanding the darkness that had started to consume me. Maybe it would give me the answers I feared most.

But did I even want those answers? Did I want to confront the truth, or would it be easier to turn away and pretend that Giselle was just playing with my mind?

I had spent so much time running — from my feelings, from my past, from the wolf inside me — that the thought of facing it all was terrifying.

I just wanted this peace to last longer, but I know I could never run away from this forever.

There is no denying it anymore. It’s even more dangerous to deny it.

There was no one who understood how dangerous the wolf inside me was better than I did.

I had felt the power growing, the rage simmering beneath the surface. If I didn’t face it, if I didn’t find out what was really happening to me, I would lose control.

And I couldn’t let that happen—not to myself, not to Killian, and not to Ryker.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest. No more running.

I had been avoiding the truth for too long, but not anymore. Whatever this was, whatever Giselle had done or discovered, I would face it.

And this time, I wouldn’t face it alone. Killian would be by my side. There’s nothing for me to be afraid of.

With newfound resolve, I turned on my heel and rushed up the stairs, my heart racing with each step. I had to find that book. I had to know what it said, no matter how much I feared the truth.

When I reached the hallway that led to Giselle’s room, my pace slowed. I stood outside her door for a moment, staring at it, my hand hovering over the doorknob.

Luckily, the packhouse was empty. Everyone is outside, busy about Giselle’s execution.

With a deep breath, I twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The room was exactly as she had left it—pristine, untouched, as if the woman who owned it wasn’t outside being led to her execution.

The air inside was thick with the scent of her perfume, the scent that used to fill every corner of my life.

It made my stomach twist, and for a moment, I wanted to walk away. But I couldn’t.