Alle Kapitel von Rebirth Of A Broken Luna : Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Jessie's POVThe portal deposited me in the thick woods at the eastern edge of Moonstone territory. I stumbled weakly as my bare feet hit the forest floor, the sudden shift from warm resort sand to cool earth. The silver light of Beatrice's magic faded behind me, leaving only the moonlight filtering through the trees.I took a moment to orient myself, recognizing the old tree that marked the boundary between the maintained pack grounds and the wild forest beyond. I was about half a mile from the abandoned groundskeeper's cottage Beatrice had mentioned.Half a mile to walk in nothing but a nightgown and thin robe, barefoot, in the dead of night."What am I doing?" I whispered to myself, hugging the robe tighter around my body. "This is insane."But even as I said it, I knew I could not turn back. Somewhere in that cottage was the answer to so many questions. The identity of the woman who had orchestrated so much pain, who had pulled strings and manipulated lives, who might have been be

Jessie's POVI had to leave. Now.My body finally responded to my brain's commands, and I began to ease away from the wall, moving with painstaking slowness to avoid making any sound. Every muscle in me was tense, every one of my breaths was carefully controlled.One step, then another. The forest was just twenty feet away. If I could just make it to the trees...maybe.."Not so fast, Princess of Moonstone Pack."The voice froze me mid-step. It was Lisa's voice, but not quite. There was something different about it now, something darker and more powerful. The sweet and submissive tone was gone, replaced by cold authority.I turned slowly, my heart was hammering so hard that I thought it might burst from my chest.Lisa stood in the doorway of the cottage, and she looked different now. Her posture was different. It was straighter and more commanding. Her face seemed to shift and waver, as if I were seeing two images imposed over each other."Did you really think I would not sense you?" s

Jessie's POVI don’t know how long I sat there, leaning against the tree. My body was shaking from fear and tiredness, and my thoughts were confused and restless. The forest around me slowly grew brighter as the night faded into a gray morning. I knew I could not keep hiding there forever.What kind of fate is this? In my previous life, my best friend had betrayed me. Now, in my second life, another best friend is playing the same card again.It feels like a cruel cycle, one I never asked for, repeating itself no matter how far I try to run. I can’t help but wonder if this is a test of my heart or a lesson I am yet to fully learn.I had to go back. Had to face the pack house, face Lisa, Stephanie, whoever she was now, and pretend I knew nothing. Had to smile and nod and play the oblivious princess while a dark witch wore my best friend's face and plotted my death.The thought made me want to vomit.But as I forced myself to stand and brushed the leaves and dirt from my torn nightgown,

Jessie's POVThe moment I locked the door behind me, I ran to the bookshelf. My hands found the hidden mechanism I had discovered weeks ago, the one that seemed like a lifetime ago now, and pressed, and the bookshelf swung open to reveal the library beyond.This place was protected. My mother had made sure of it. Stephanie Morgan, for all her power, couldn't reach me here.I moved to the center of the library, turning in a slow circle, taking in the thousands of volumes surrounding me. Where to start? My mother's letter had mentioned three keys needed to open the wooden box: knowledge, truth, and sacrifice.Knowledge first, then. That seemed the most straightforward.I walked to the desk where my mother's reading glasses still sat, where the wooden box waited with its mysterious contents. I picked up the box, examining it more carefully than I had before. The symbols carved into its surface were more complex than I had first realized, layered upon layered, written in patterns that hu

Jessie's POVI spent a while in the library, absorbing everything I could. My mother's notes were meticulous and detailed, clearly the work of years of research and preparation. She had known this confrontation was coming. She had been preparing me for it even before I was born.The weight of that realization sat heavily on my chest.However, exhaustion ultimately prevailed over determination. My eyes were burning, and my head was pounding, and I could barely focus on the words in front of me anymore. I needed sleep, real sleep, if I was going to be sharp enough for what was coming.I carefully returned the books to their places and committed their locations to memory. Then I pressed the hidden mechanism and watched the bookshelf swing closed, concealing the library once more.The room beyond felt suddenly ordinary after hours in that magical space. Just a bedroom, just furniture, and windows, and normal things.Except nothing was normal anymore.I moved to the window, looking out at