Death Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Truth unveils The royal army reached the location and it was none other than Zander's old school town. The buildings was deserted as everyone was asked to leave. The moon was visible through the clear sky and the forest surrounding it seemed more dead than alive. The place has a strange aura to it. " Everyone. Spread." Zander orders, assessing the forest. And his forces divide. Circling the town from all the directions to enter. The search continues for next few hours and Zander finds himself outside his school building. It was mild but it was there. That dark aura. And Zander couldn't stop himself. As soon as Zander places a step inside, suddenly the visions from all those years back hit him. And his breathing turns uneven. The first time he saw her. Her standing in this hallways,staring at him with those beautiful grey eyes. Her gentle voice. " Sir?" Her shy self. The way she wringled her hands in worry. " Your highness!" One of the guard exclaims and Zander wakes up to reali

Sera's POVI stare at the half-packed bag on my bed, my fingers curled into fists. A heavy sigh escapes me as I rub my forehead, trying to ease the relentless pounding inside my skull. The headaches have been constant these days, flaring like embers refusing to die.My stomach twists with hunger, but it’s an afterthought. My eyes burn, raw from the endless tears I shed last night. What’s the point of packing? I’m not going on a vacation. I’m walking toward death. What use are these clothes? This bag? My very existence?I push away from the bed, my movements mechanical. The weight in my chest grows heavier with each step I take toward his room. My Logi Bear. My heart cracks at the thought. This will be the last time I see him.The castle is quiet at this hour. Dawn has barely stretched its fingers across the sky, and the world still sleeps. He must be asleep, too. My hand trembles as I twist the handle and slip inside.Logan is curled up under his blanket, his small chest rising and fa

My eyes burn with unshed tears, my throat clogs, my heart shatters as I listen.“Eight years,” she continues. “The contract was signed for eight years, after which Sera agreed to surrender her body and soul to Heratte.”No… Is this why she wanted to leave Logan and me? No… This can’t be.“Sera was going to die in six months, and she knew it. But then one day, you appeared in her hut—wounded, on the verge of death.”“How do you think you survived that day?”“The poison inside you had no cure.”My mind is blank, my heart thudding violently.“She signed a second contract with Heratte that day. She agreed to give up four months of her remaining life to save you.”A lone tear escapes my eye before I can stop it. I squeeze my eyes shut. I still remember that night… I held her hand. She was looking at me.“She never intended to show herself to you. She was going to leave before you woke up.”“But she was never selfish.”“She lived eight years without you. Why do you think she revealed hersel

She jerks her hand back as if burned, horror tightening around her throat. The massive creature looms over her, its wound knitting itself together as though her touch had never marred it. A guttural growl rips from its chest, deeper, more menacing than before."Rose!"Her head snaps toward the voice, and her blood runs cold. Another creature steps into the dim light, blocking Logan's escape. Her stomach clenches."Fuc*!" she hisses, shoving herself backward, hands grasping desperately for Logan. She scoops him up, crushing him against her chest. Their heartbeats hammer against each other, frantic, terrified. The creatures advance, their steps slow but deliberate, savoring the fear in the air.Panic seizes her. She's never felt fear like this before—not in all her battles, not even in the moments she had been outnumbered, wounded, standing at the edge of death itself. But this… this was different. Because no matter how many times she cut them down, they would just keep getting back up.

“Ahh, greetings.” Heratte’s voice slithered through the blood-scented air as she rose to her full height, her pitch-black gaze locking onto the approaching figures. A slow, knowing smirk played on her lips as she watched them halt.Thora stood at a distance, her weathered eyes sweeping over the carnage before her. A sigh slipped past her lips, weary yet resolute. “Stop this madness, Heratte. Supreme power will give you nothing. Return Sera’s body and retreat.”Laughter—low and dark—rolled from Heratte’s throat. Her gaze flicked to the old woman standing before her, leaning on her staff, silver hair illuminated by the dying flames around them. Though frail in body, Thora’s stance was unshaken, her resolve unwavering.With a lazy flick of her wrist, Heratte ordered the monstrous beasts to retreat. Their snarls faded into the night as she shrugged, looking at Thora with feigned boredom. “And tell me, old woman—who exactly is going to stop me? You?” Her lips curled. “Or these humans?” She