Todos los capítulos de The Broken Luna Returns: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

(Selene’s POV)The world felt strange after that night in the library.Even when morning came and the sun spilled through my window, the warmth didn’t reach me. My skin still tingled faintly where the seal’s light had touched me. The whispers from the book lingered in the back of my mind—soft, distant, but there.I hadn’t slept at all. Fenrir had walked me back to my room after the seal vanished, his expression dark and unreadable. He told me not to tell anyone what happened—that the wrong ears hearing about the seal could bring trouble none of us were ready for.I had wanted to argue, to ask why, but something in his voice silenced me. So I stayed quiet.Now, as I sat at my vanity, brushing my hair, I caught my reflection in the mirror and froze. The faint red marks were gone… but my eyes—just for a second—glimmered gold before returning to their usual color.“What’s happening to me?” I whispered.The sound of knocking startled me. Celina peeked through the door. “You’re up early,” s

(Third Person POV) Selene woke earlier than usual, long before the sun reached the ridge of the mountain. She lay still for a moment, staring at the dim outline of the ceiling above her, trying to steady the rhythm of her breathing. The base was quiet at this hour, no boots against metal floors, no murmured radio calls, no hum of equipment warming up. Just silence and the soft, steady beating of her own heart.Yesterday’s confrontation had left her mind heavy. Lucius disappearing into the tunnels. Tara insisting on deciphering the symbols. Kate holding herself together for Lucas while still trying to grasp the weight of what her friends left behind. Gabriel pretending he wasn’t worried when anyone with eyes could see he was.And then there was Alfonso.She had replayed the moment again and again—his hand brushing hers, the way he leaned in as if he wanted to say something but held back, the way he watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. It wasn’t confusing. Not really. But it

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the empty table where the blood book used to be. I searched the room three more times…under the bed, inside my bags, behind the curtains, even in places I knew I would never put a book in—but it was useless.It was gone.Someone had taken it.And that thought sat in my stomach like a stone.By dawn, I gave up trying to rest. My head was too loud, full of half-formed questions and conclusions that only made my anxiety worse. So I left the room quietly, hoping the cold morning air would shake something loose in my mind.The garden was the only peaceful place left. The fishpond sat in the middle, the water so still it reflected the pale sky perfectly. I took a handful of feed from the small container and scattered it gently. The fish rushed toward the surface, creating small ripples that danced outward.At least they didn’t have complicated problems.“Where did you go?” I muttered to myself. “And why now?”The water settled

(Selene’s POV) People from every faction were already gathered, filling the room silently with tense whispers. Vampires stood on one side, werewolves on another, elves scattered like they preferred the edges, mages clustered near the center. Even the air between each group felt rigid, like invisible barriers kept them apart.Celina stuck close to me, her fingers still cold from the chilly morning. “The king must’ve received something new,” she whispered. “Why else call us so early?”I didn’t answer, her, my mind wandering elsewhere.A guard’s voice cut through the crowd. “The king has arrived!”Everyone fell into silence as King Aldric entered, surrounded by leaders of each species. His steps were heavy, his face drawn in a way that told me he didn’t sleep either. Fenrir walked behind him, calm but alert, eyes scanning the room like he was preparing for anything.My chest tightened at the sight.The king raised a hand and the room stilled completely.“Thank you for gathering on shor

(Selene’s POV)After endless hours of walking we finally saw sight of the place.The ruins appeared like ghosts rising from the mist.Broken archways twisted toward the sky, stone pillars cracked down the middle, vines crawling over carvings too worn to read. Even from a distance, something about the place felt wrong, like the forest was holding its breath around it.Fenrir gradually slowed down.“We’re here.”Gabriel stepped beside him, studying the structure with narrowed eyes. “The energy is strongest inside. Everyone stay sharp.”Winter bounced in excitement, practically glowing. Oragon, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to drag Winter back home by the ear.I clutched my bag strap tighter.Fenrir glanced at me from over his shoulder. “Stay close.”I exhaled. “You’ve said that three times.”“And I’ll keep saying it.”Before I could respond, Gabriel motioned forward. “Let’s go.”We stepped into the ruins.The air turned colder instantly.Not natural cold, something more… i