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25: The First Crack

作者: Solange Daye
last update 最終更新日: 2026-03-05 23:20:14

Aria

Kael came to bed late. He spent most of the day staring at the memorial stones, like he was expecting to see a name he recognized. When I tried to bring him inside, he shrugged me aside for the first time in all the lifetimes I have known him.

He is struggling with something, but he won’t admit to what it is.

When he finally lies down beside me, I curl into his warmth, and he wraps his arms around me.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers into my hair.

I don’t ask what he is sorry for; it doesn’t
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  • The Wolf's Game   28: The One Who Watches

    KaelAria finally sleeps. Not peacefully or deeply, but just enough that her body stops trembling. She lies across the bed where I carried her hours ago, her skin is pale beneath the low lantern light. The tremors that had wracked her arms earlier have faded into faint, restless movements beneath the blankets. Her breathing is shallow but steady.The heartbloom on her shoulder has darkened further. It pulses faintly now, like a bruise that has begun to bloom beneath the skin.I sit beside her with my forearms resting on my knees. I watch, listen, and count every breath that she takes. The castle is quieter tonight. It is not calm, but it is as if it is listening. The stones beneath the courtyard hum faintly through the foundation. Each vibration travels through the stone floor, up through the bedframe, into the bones of the room itself.Every pulse reminds me of what she is doing to herself. Of what I cannot stop.Aria stirs slightly in her sleep, and her brow creases. A s

  • The Wolf's Game   27: The Body Awakens

    AriaThe first thing to go is sleep. Not because I refuse it, but because it refuses me. Every time I close my eyes, the stones pull. They call to me relentlessly, refusing to let me go. The pull isn’t violent or cruel, but the pressure of it in my chest still keeps me up at night. Names float beneath the surface of my mind like shapes under dark water. Some are clear. Some are half-formed. Some are so faint they feel like echoes of echoes.If I ignore them, they press harder. If I reach for them, they tear through me, leaving me feeling hollow. By the third night, my body begins to notice. My hands start to shake.It starts small. A faint tremor when I lift a cup, when I brush my hair, and especially when I try to write the names down before they vanish again.By morning, it’s worse. My fingers don’t stop shaking even when I clench them.I try to hide it. But Kael notices immediately. Of course he does.“You didn’t sleep,” he says from the doorway.I’m sitting on the edge

  • The Wolf's Game   26: His Brother

    AriaHe doesn’t sneak in. He doesn’t appear from smoke or shadows; he simply waits for me. I find Edrin in the corridor that leads to the library. The one that I found the truth of the First Night. The torches burn low, casting an eerie shadow around him. The air is colder now, making me wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep warmth next to my skin. Edrin stands with his back to me. He knows I’m there.“You shouldn’t be inside the walls,” I say quietly.“You shouldn’t be near the gate,” he replies.I stop a few paces behind him, not bothering to acknowledge that. “Why are you here?”He doesn’t turn around immediately.“For him,” he says.The weight in his voice makes something in my chest tighten.“For who?”Now he turns. There is no hatred in his eyes tonight. Only exhaustion.“My brother.”The word lands differently than it did before. I knew he lost his brother in the Game, but it is as if I can feel his grief this time. “I remember him,” I say carefully.“No,” Edr

  • The Wolf's Game   25: The First Crack

    AriaKael came to bed late. He spent most of the day staring at the memorial stones, like he was expecting to see a name he recognized. When I tried to bring him inside, he shrugged me aside for the first time in all the lifetimes I have known him. He is struggling with something, but he won’t admit to what it is. When he finally lies down beside me, I curl into his warmth, and he wraps his arms around me. “I’m sorry,” he whispers into my hair. I don’t ask what he is sorry for; it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to argue. Not when the world seems to be ending around us. Eventually, I fall asleep, but I am not prepared for what the morning will bring.The crack is not loud. It does not explode with lightning or divine fury. It simply appears.I feel it before I see it.It feels like a cold thread slipping beneath my ribs, pulling me from my sleep before dawn. I crawl from beneath Kael’s arms, trying not to wake him. I listen for the usual sounds of the castle, but it is still

  • The Wolf's Game   24: Memories Like Rot

    KaelMy memories don’t return like a wave. They don’t crash into me all at once. Instead, it feels like a rot.The creep inside me, slow and silent, spreading from something I buried too deep to examine. It comes from something that I had pushed so far down that I never thought it would see the light of day again. I don’t go to the courtyard at first. I go to the battlements. I need height. I need air to think clearly. I need distance from the hum that has settled into the castle’s bones like a second heartbeat.The stones are counting. Aria is remembering.And I… I am unraveling.The first fragment of memory hits when I close my eyes. It isn’t a dream or imagination. A corridor I don’t recognize fills my mind. There are no mirrors, no blood, and no trials. It is still. Too still. In the middle of it stands Aria. She doesn’t look afraid or confused, like she did in the later cycles. This version of her looks radiant. Her eyes are not hers. The flicker of blue that

  • The Wolf's Game   23: What You Aren't Saying

    AriaKael is lying to me. He’s good at it. So good at it that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, but I feel it. The bond between us is betraying him. It’s not just heat, longing, and comfort anymore. It is tension. Static. A tight thread pulled too far.We’re in his war room, though it no longer feels like a place of strategy. It feels like a place where men decide which truths they can survive. And I am not sure either one of us will be able to survive the truths that neither one of us is willing to speak out loud. Something is different. It isn’t just the castle or the arrival of Edrin. No, it is something deeper. It is as if when the stones awoke, they pulled something to the surface of my soul. Something that I didn’t know existed, but now that it is churning, it is too late for me to push it away. It yearns to be free. Kael stands at the long stone table, hands braced against its surface.I stand across from him with my arms crossed over my chest.“Tell me,” I say.

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