All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

(Selene’s POV)They gave us a wing of the capital reserved for “guests.”It was a polite word but a careful one. It means that we were protected only to the extent they would give a guest of their own, but if we do something unruly, then they wouldn't be afraid to treat us like any other enemies.The rooms were beautiful, there's an arched windows, pale stone floors warmed by hidden magic, curtains woven with silver thread that shifted softly when the light changed. But the doors were heavily guarded. “They’re not keeping us safe,” Fenrir murmured once the guards withdrew down the corridor. “They’re making sure we don’t wander and cause them trourble.”I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers curling into the fabric. “Can you blame them?”“No,” he said honestly. Then, softer, “But I don’t like it.”Neither did I.The city outside the window glowed as evening settled in. Lanterns lit one by one among the trees, magic flowing through the roots beneath the streets. It was calm on the surfa

(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

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

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

We didn’t stop moving until night fell.No one said it out loud, but we all felt it, the sense that the ravines weren’t just a battlefield, they were a warning. The enemies we faced weren’t mindless. They were organized. Patient. And they knew exactly who I was and what we are capable of.That scared me more than the fight itself.When we finally made camp, it was deep within a dense stretch of forest. The trees here were tall and ancient, their branches woven together so tightly they blocked most of the moonlight. Fenrir said little as he worked, but I could feel his awareness stretched wide, magic humming softly around us like an invisible shield.I sat near the fire, hands wrapped around a warm flask Winter had shoved into my palms without comment.“Drink,” he said. “You look like you’re about to tip over.”“I’m fine,” I replied automatically, then took a sip anyway. The warmth helped, grounding me.Across the clearing, Gabriel and Oragon spoke in hushed tones, poring over a worn m