Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 372

Nova’s POV

The room was silent, save for the crackle of the fire burning low in the hearth.

I sat at the head of the long table, staring at the assortment of documents scattered before me.

Each piece felt like a fragment of a puzzle too shattered to put back together.

Drystan stood at the far end of the room, arms crossed, his expression grim.

His wolf had been on edge since our return from the Emberwood ruins. So had mine.

“They planned it,” I murmured, breaking the silence. “Liora’s death wasn’t just a rogue attack. They lured her there, Drystan. And someone helped them.”

Drystan’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. “We’ve suspected as much. But we need proof—something that ties this to someone in the Pack. Without it, we have nothing.”

I picked up the silver locket we’d found at the ruins, my fingers brushing over its worn surface.

Liora had carried it with her everywhere. Finding it there felt like she’d left it as a breadcrumb, a plea for the truth to be uncovered. But the truth was elusive, always just out of reach.

Drystan moved closer, his presence grounding me as I turned over the next piece of evidence: a ledger recovered from the ruins.

The handwriting was unfamiliar, the ink smudged, but the entries were clear.

“Meet Silvermoon informant—primary target: Liora Duskwatch. Location: Emberwood ruins.”

“Why the Emberwood ruins?” I asked, looking up at Drystan. “What’s so important about that place?”

“It’s isolated, ancient,” he replied, his voice clipped. “A place no one would question if someone went missing. It was the perfect trap.”

I frowned, my mind spinning with possibilities. “But why Liora? Why target her specifically?”

Drystan’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “She was everything to me. My mate. My strength. Maybe they thought by taking her, they’d weaken me enough to eliminate me as a threat.”

My heart ached at his words, but I knew he was right. Liora’s death had devastated him, leaving a void no one could fill.

And now, the rogues were using that wound to manipulate us.

I watched Nova and Drystan from across the room, my stomach twisting into knots.

They were so close to the truth, each piece of evidence bringing them closer to Rowena’s betrayal.

Every word, every glance they exchanged felt like a dagger aimed at the secret Killian and I were desperately trying to keep hidden.

Killian stood beside me, his posture stiff, his face a mask of neutrality. But I knew him too well. Beneath the surface, he was unraveling.

“We’re running out of time,” I whispered, my voice low enough for only him to hear.

Killian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond.