I Refuse To Be Your Luna (Flourish and Harold) novel Chapter 322

I Refuse To Be Your Luna

Chapter 322 The Memory They Stole

Aha Damian POV

“It’s completing it.”

Rhys said the words twice, as if saying them again would make the screen easier to understand

I stood behind him while the scanner displayed the mark beneath Amara’s skin.

Lines had spread across the monitor from the symbol on her body, joining the same points we had seen on the ancient map. Stonehedge. Dartwood. Northvale. Mooncrest. Hollow Ridge. Other territories we still could not name.

Flourish remained beside Amara.

Her hand was still resting near the mark, and both women looked shaken by what they had seen in the memory. I had watched Flourish come back from it pale and silent. Amara had not said much either.

Rhys enlarged the image.

“Wait.”

His fingers moved across the keyboard.

“What?” I asked.

“The room in the memory.”

Flourish looked at him. “You know it?”

“Not yet.” He pulled up another file. “But the architecture matches something.”

I moved closer.

Rhys brought up an old Stonehedge facility map. Most of it was blacked out, sections marked as decommissioned.

He compared the walls, door placements and corridor lengths from the memory with the archived layout.

His expression changed.

“I found it.”

Flourish stepped forward. “Where?”

“Under the old Stonehedge medical district.”

The room went quiet.

I looked at the map. The facility had no current name. The records listed it as a closed clinical research center, shut down decades ago.

“Research center?” I asked.

Rs shook his head. “That is what the public record says.”

He opened another layer

The facility had once been connected to Stonehedge’s pack hospital by an underground medical passage.

It contained examination rooms, blood storage, recovery wards and a secure section that had been remove from later maps.

Flourish stared at the screen.

“That room was there.”

Amara nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Rhys zoomed into the secure section.

“There.”

The room from the memory appeared on an old floor plan.

Flourish’s breathing changed.

I reached for her hand.

She took it without looking away from the screen.

“Why was it erased?” she asked.

Rhys leaned back. “That is what I’m trying to find out.”

I looked at him.

“Can you recover the security records?”

He hesitated.

“Maybe. The facility was closed before most current F–Tech systems existed.”

“F–Tech doesn’t need current systems.”

Rhys understood immediately.

I turned to Flourish.

Her company had started as a financial resource, then become a communications network, a security provider and a tool for protecting packs. We had used it to trace money, monitor threats and secure routes.

But this was different.

If the enemy had erased pieces of Stonehedge history, we needed people who could recover information without relying on the same pack archives that had already been altered.

“Get Cheryl and the archive team,” I said.

Rhys nodded.

“I want every surviving record connected to that facility. Security logs, staff lists, access cards, medical records, maintenance reports, vehicle entries. Anything that survived.”

“Some of those records may be protected by Stonehedge authority.”

“Then use the legal access F–Tech already has.”

Rhys gave me a brief look. “Eugene will enjoy that.”

“I don’t care if he enjoys it.”

Flourish finally looked at me.

“You want F–Tech investigating Stonehedge?”

“I want F–Tech investigating what Stonehedge hid.”

That distinction mattered.

Her company had the people and systems to do it. More importantly, its servers were separate from the old pack archives.

Whoever had removed those records years ago could not simply reach into F–Tech and erase them again.

Cheryl nodded. “I’ll need permission to access some historical contracts.”

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