All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

(Selene’s POV) We moved through the forest in silence. The earlier encounter with Lys clung to my mind like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made me flinch. Even Fenrir—steady, always composed—seemed sharper, more alert than usual. Winter walked beside me, bouncing slightly on his feet, but even he wasn’t as chatty as usual. Oragon trailed behind, watching both of us, his expression unreadable, like he was weighing every step. Gabriel was in front, eyes scanning the treeline like the forest itself might hide someone—or something—waiting to strike. I clutched my bag strap tighter. The memory of the ruins, the creature, and now Lys’s warning pressed against me. “Do you really think we’ll make it back without trouble?” I asked quietly, mostly to myself. Fenrir glanced at me. “Trouble isn’t a question. It’s a certainty.” I exhaled sharply. “That’s… comforting.” He smirked faintly, just enough to be teasing, but not enough to actually ea

(Selene’s POV) The forest was quiet again, but this time it felt different, it felt safer somehow, like it was holding its breath alongside us rather than against us. The adrenaline from the fight still pulsed in my veins, but the tension had lifted just enough for me to notice the smaller things: the soft crunch of leaves underfoot, the faint smell of damp earth, the distant chirping of birds returning as the sun climbed higher. Fenrir walked beside me, silently. Winter scampered ahead, tossing pebbles and giggling when they bounced off tree trunks. Oragon and Gabriel followed at a slower pace, their eyes scanning the trees out of habit, though I knew they were letting themselves relax just a little. I breathed deeply, feeling the cool morning air fill my lungs. My hands instinctively tightened around the book. Even after everything, it felt like a part of me now—a weight, yes, but also a comfort. “I never thought I’d survive something like that,” I admitted quietly, speaking mor

(Selene’s POV)The day started unusually quiet.I walked beside Fenrir through the tree line, the crisp morning air brushing against my cheeks. We were scouting the western perimeter after reports of unusual movement from rogues the night before. Nothing major, just a routine sweep. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.Fenrir’s steps were steady beside me. He moved with the grace of someone who never had to think twice about danger. I envied that sometimes.“You’re quiet today,” he murmured without looking at me.I almost smiled. “So are you.”“Maybe I’m matching your energy.”I didn’t know if that was meant to tease me or comfort me. With him, it was always hard to tell. Fenrir’s voice was naturally deep, but he softened it when he talked to me, like he was scared of startling me. Or maybe that was just my imagination.We stopped near a fallen log. Fenrir crouched, eyes scanning the forest floor.“Tracks,” he said.I knelt beside him. “Human?”“Mostly.” His jaw tightened. “B

(Selene’s POV)The room was still buzzing when we finally left the north wing behind. Every few steps, I felt that same cold pressure brushing against the back of my neck, like something was still watching us even though the mark had disappeared.Fenrir walked beside me, silent but alert. His shoulders were tense, his steps controlled. For once, he didn’t try to hide the worry in his eyes.“Selene,” he said quietly, “that voice… you knew who it belonged to?”I exhaled slowly. “I did.”“Who was it?”I hesitated, the name scraping against the inside of my chest like old glass.“My brother, through my brother was just an infant when he died, however, I once saw him in my dream. It was what they said, the last pull, one where the person you longed to meet sees you in your dreams, so…maybe it wasn’t real…or maybe it was,” I finally said.Fenrir stopped walking.I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t.“He died with the others,” I continued. “Or at least… I thought he did.”Fenrir’s footsteps appr

(Selene’s POV)The glowing sigil pulsed beneath the stone floor like a heartbeat.Mine. It…it felt like mine.I don’t know how or why it felt like it…but…I can feel it.Gabriel crouched beside it, his eyes darting over the markings. “This wasn’t triggered from outside.”Oragon added grimly, “It woke from within.”Fenrir stepped closer to me, his presence firm and unshakable. “Selene didn’t activate anything. She hasn’t touched this place.”Gabriel nodded. “That’s exactly the problem.”The sigil glowed brighter.A low hum filled the room, vibrating through the walls. My breath hitched. I felt it under my skin—like something inside me was answering it. Pulling toward it.Calling back.I backed away quickly. “No—no, stop. I don’t want this. I’m not doing anything!”Fenrir immediately moved in front of me, blocking the sigil from view.“Look at me,” he said firmly. “Ignor