The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 365

**The Perfect 365**
**Chapter 365**

“I realize how utterly absurd this may sound,” Julie began, her voice steady yet imbued with a profound gravity that resonated in the air. “But this is the grim reality of the curse we are confronting. It has a way of revealing itself in sudden and tragic forms, like a catastrophic accident—yet those are often the more merciful outcomes. More commonly, it condenses into a dark, malignant mass of magic within the body, masquerading as symptoms of a familiar but deadly illness.”

“Like Liam’s cancer,” I interjected, my heart plummeting as the words hung heavy in the air.

Julie’s somber nod confirmed my fears. “Precisely. The silver lining, if one could call it that, is that there are treatments available for symptoms that resemble those of illnesses or disorders that modern medicine can address. Nevertheless, the essence of the dark magic itself obstructs any true cure, leaving us with the painful truth that only by breaking the curse can we hope for salvation.”

“So what you’re saying is that while treatments might prolong my life, the only genuine remedy lies in destroying those artifacts,” Alexander murmured, his voice barely audible, as if speaking louder would shatter the fragile reality we were grappling with.

“Regrettably, that is the truth,” Julie replied, her gaze shifting to me with an intensity that felt almost palpable. “I take it you haven’t had any luck in locating them?”

I shook my head, settling onto the arm of Alexander’s chair, my fingers tracing soft, comforting circles on his back. His arm instinctively wrapped around my waist, fingers pressing into my hip as if I were his lifeline, preventing him from spiraling into despair.

“We managed to locate the artifacts, but it appears that Margaret has taken them. She vanished shortly after, and our attempts to find her have been utterly fruitless,” I explained, frustration seeping into my tone, a bitter reminder of our helplessness.

Julie’s face darkened, shadows of anger flaring across her features. “Typical of her. Such a coward, fleeing from the consequences of her reckless dabbling in black magic. It’s infuriating to think I once looked up to her…”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You were her apprentice?”

She nodded, a trace of regret weaving through her voice. “Yes, unfortunately. We trained under the same elder witch several years ago. Margaret had extraordinary potential, but her obsession with black magic consumed her entirely. She ignored the elder’s countless warnings and chose instead to establish her own coven of dark witches. Her motives remain shrouded in mystery, but I can’t shake my suspicions.”

“I think I might have an idea,” I said, pulling my phone from my pocket and displaying the images Lilith had captured from Margaret’s journal—particularly the chilling entries about her intentions to resurrect the undead.

“By the Luna’s fangs,” Julie gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she scanned the pages. “This is far worse than I had anticipated. We absolutely must track her down before it’s too late.”

“We’ve been trying to do just that,” Alexander added, his tone laced with frustration. “She’s been incredibly elusive, like a shadow slipping through our fingers.”

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