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The Broken Luna Returns The Weight Of What Holds
I didn’t sleep.I drifted in and out of shallow rest, caught between dreams that weren’t mine and memories that didn’t fully exist. Every time my eyes closed, I felt it again—that pressure, that quiet certainty deep in my chest.*You were meant to hold them shut.*The words echoed long after the ruins fell silent.Morning crept in slowly, pale light filtering through the broken arches of the structure we’d taken shelter in. The others were already awake. I could hear the low voices of Gabriel and Oragon arguing in careful, controlled tones, like they didn’t want their words to reach me.Fenrir was nearby. I didn’t need to see him to know that. His presence felt like a steady anchor, constant and calm, even when my thoughts threatened to spiral.I finally pushed myself upright.Fenrir noticed immediately. He was at my side in seconds, crouching. “Easy.”“I’m fine,” I said, though my voice sounded thinner than I wanted. “Just… tired.”“That’s allowed,” he replied quietly.Winter glanced
The Broken Luna Returns Lines That Cannot Be Seen
Everyone didn’t sleep after the attack.Neither did we.Elven guards sealed the lower district, silver wards humming softly as they stitched themselves back into place. Lanterns floated above the streets, casting pale light over broken stones and abandoned weapons—proof that what happened wasn’t a nightmare I could wake up from.I sat on the steps of a quiet courtyard near the council wing, knees drawn close, cloak wrapped tight around me. The air smelled like rain and crushed leaves. Somewhere far away, bells chimed—slow and measured, a signal that the capital was on alert.Fenrir stood a few steps away, speaking in low tones with Gabriel and Oragon. Even without trying, I could feel him—his presence steady, like a low current beneath everything else.When his gaze finally met mine, he excused himself immediately and came over.“You shouldn’t be alone,” he said gently.“I’m not,” I replied. “You’re right there.”He paused, then sat beside me anyway. Close enough that our shoulders br
The Broken Luna Returns The First Crack
The council chamber was colder than the rest of the capital.Not because of magic, though there was plenty of that, but because of the way everyone inside watched me like I was something fragile and dangerous at the same time.I stood at the center of the circular room, marble beneath my boots, silver light flowing through tall windows that showed the endless canopy of the elven forests beyond. Ancient runes lined the walls, older than Fenrir, older than the city itself.Older than me.Fenrir stood to my right, close enough that our shoulders nearly touched. He didn’t look at the council. His attention stayed on me, steady and protective, like an anchor I could grab onto if I started to drift.Across from us, the High Council sat in a crescent, there were five elders, each carrying a different weight of power.“The spy breached inner wards without resistance,” one of them said in a sharp voice. “That alone suggests inside aid.”“And the mark?” another asked, eyes flicking to my chest
The Broken Luna Returns The First Mark
The mark didn’t appear when I expected it to. It wasn’t during traininG, nor did it appear during the early signs of grave danger. It appeared when I was calm. I was sitting alone in the inner garden, barefoot on cold stone, watching the water lilies drift across the reflecting pool. . I breathed in. Then out. And felt something settle inside me. A warmth bloomed beneath my skin, just below my collarbone. Not painful. Not violent. Intentional. I pressed my fingers there. The symbol emerged slowly, like ink seeping through parchment—thin lines of silver light forming a shape I somehow recognized without knowing why. A chain. Open at one end. My breath caught. “Selene.” Fenrir’s voice was careful. Controlled. I looked up. He stood at the edge of the garden, eyes fixed on my chest, expression unreadable. “I didn’t do anything,” I said quickly. “I wasn’t trying to—” “I know,” he interrupted softly. He stepped closer, kneeling in front of me without hesitation, without
The Broken Luna Returns Eyes That Stays Awake
(Selene’s POV)I couldn’t sleep again.I sat by the window of the guest chamber, my knees pulled close to my chest, watching the glow of the city reflect against the clouds. Somewhere beneath all that beauty, I knew there were eyes watching, measuring, waiting to attack us at the right moment.“You’re thinking too loudly,” Fenrir said behind me.I startled slightly, then relaxed. “Is it your habit to scare me?”“No,” he replied calmly. “You’re just easy to read when you’re worried, and you startle easily.”I glanced back. He was leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, hair loose tonight, as he wore a simple dark tunic night dress. He didn't look like a prince, more like a guardian.“I don’t like being the reason people are afraid,” I said quietly.Fenrir stepped closer. “Fear doesn’t always come from hatred. Sometimes it comes from memory.”“That’s not reassuring.”He smiled faintly. “I didn’t say it was.”A soft knock interrupted us.Fenrir stiffened instantly. “Who is it?”
The Broken Luna Returns Threads In The Open
(Selene’s POV)During our stay I could tell that in the midst of our plan, someone was spying on us.The Elven Capital was bustling even at night, but then it all stopped.I noticed it while standing on the balcony outside the guest quarters, wrapped in my cloak. The lanterns still glowed, floating lazily in the air, but the wind had gone unnaturally still. The leaves didn’t rustle. The city felt like it was holding its breath.Fenrir felt it too.He stepped beside me, his ears twitching slightly, eyes scanning the shadows below. “Something’s wrong.”“I know,” I whispered. “It’s quiet. Strangely too quiet."Behind us, Winter poked his head out the door. “Okay, I don’t like that look on both your faces.”Before either of us could respond, a sharp pulse rippled through the air—subtle, almost invisible, but it brushed against my senses like cold fingers.I flinched.Fenrir’s hand was on his sword instantly. “That wasn’t elven magic.”Gabriel appeared from the stairwell, tablet already ac
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