Todos os capítulos de Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Capítulo 381 - Capítulo 390

Killian’s POVThe tension in the council chamber was suffocating. The Forsaken Amulet sat at the center of the table, its faint glow casting eerie shadows across the room. Nova’s silence was heavy, her jaw tight as she stared at the artifact. Drystan stood to my left, his posture rigid, fists clenched at his sides.Rowena, however, was calm. Too calm. She stood by the window, her back to the room, as though she had nothing to fear.“We can’t ignore the rogue’s message,” Drystan said, his voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air. “They’re coming, and we’re still sitting here debating whether to act.”“We are acting,” Astrid said firmly, her eyes meeting his. “But rushing into this without knowing the full extent of their plan is exactly what they want.”Drystan let out a frustrated growl. “We don’t have the luxury of time, Astrid. Every second we wait, the rogues get closer to taking what they want. And that Amulet…” His voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing at Rowena. “That Amule

Astrid’s POVThe air in the council chamber was heavy, almost suffocating, as Killian explained what Nova and Drystan had learned. The Amulet wasn’t just a weapon—it was a curse, a relic tied to the Rogue King’s bloodline. Destroying it would require a confrontation with the one enemy we couldn’t afford to lose to.The warriors gathered around the table exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions grim.“The Rogue King won’t wait for us to come to him,” Killian said. “He’ll strike first. And when he does, he’ll bring every rogue under his command. If we’re not ready, it’s over.”Nova’s voice was steady, though I could hear the anger and pain beneath it. “We can’t let him use the Amulet. If it falls into his hands, he won’t just destroy the Packs—he’ll twist everything we’ve built into his version of chaos.”I glanced at the Amulet, its faint glow seeming almost malevolent. Just looking at it made my wolf uneasy, as if it could sense the darkness radiating from the artifact.“What’s t

Killian’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were silent, but it was a deceptive kind of peace. The air was thick with the stench of blood and ash, and every shadow seemed to whisper of danger. Warriors moved through the wreckage with weary purpose, tending to the wounded or reinforcing what defenses we had left.Nova rested in one of the makeshift infirmary tents, her pale face a stark reminder of how close we’d come to losing everything. Drystan was at her side, his usual stoicism replaced by a quiet but fierce protectiveness.Astrid was near the council chamber, her presence a steadying force as warriors gathered to plan our next steps. The weight of the siege hung heavily on us all, but the real burden sat in the back of my mind: the Amulet.We reconvened in the council chamber later that evening. The warriors who could stand attended, their faces etched with exhaustion. The Amulet, I thought, would be the center of this conversation—our next move, our strategy. But when I stepped into

Nova’s POVThe 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 anyt

Chapter 35: The Rogue King’s True IntentionsAstrid’s POVThe fire crackled softly in the middle of our camp, its flickering light casting long shadows across the weary faces gathered around it. Rowena sat apart from the others, her posture poised despite the shackles around her wrists. Her silver hair, neat and immaculate, caught the firelight, and her eyes—sharp, calculating—watched us with the kind of patience that only came with age and experience.Killian stood to her right, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He hadn’t said much since we brought her back, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. His mother, the woman who had caused so much pain, was now our reluctant informant.Drystan paced nearby, his claws flexing as he glared at Rowena. Nova sat stiffly beside me, her hand gripping her knee as if to keep her emotions in check. Andros leaned against a tree on the far side of the clearing, his presence like a dark shadow, a reminder of the betrayal that had fra