Eclipse of the Pack のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

POV: Mira The morning sun streamed through the cracked window, its warmth a cruel contrast to the chill in my chest. I clutched a chipped mug of tea in trembling hands, the liquid inside long gone cold. Across the room, Jace lay sprawled out on his makeshift mattress, his face serene, as though the rebellion he so fervently believed in hadn’t upended our lives.The sight of him sleeping so peacefully, so obliviously, sparked something raw in me. How could he be so calm? After everything? After the protest, the dangers we’d faced, the risks he’d dragged us into?I set the mug down harder than necessary, the clatter echoing in the quiet room. My chest tightened as I stood, pacing to burn off the frustration simmering under my skin. I wanted to wake him, to shake him until he understood what he was risking—for himself, for us, for our family.But I knew it wouldn’t matter. Jace had always been stub

POV: Erynn The Compound was a fortress of stone, shadow, and whispers. It was a place where strength ruled, and weakness was rooted out like a disease. The halls, with their towering walls and intricate carvings, weren’t meant to inspire awe—they were meant to intimidate, to remind everyone of the unyielding power that kept the pack in line.As I walked through the servants’ corridor, balancing a tray of food in my hands, I kept my head down and my steps light. To survive here was to move unnoticed, to blend into the background. Guards patrolled with sharp eyes, their presence suffocating. I didn’t dare linger in their gaze longer than a moment.The Compound had always been oppressive, but lately, the tension had become unbearable. The whispers of rebellion outside its walls were no longer just whispers. The protest in the Human Quarters had emboldened the unrest, and everyone inside the Compound could feel the shift.

POV: Lucan The chamber was quiet, but it was the kind of silence that carried weight, pressing down on me with every passing second. The maps and reports scattered across the table seemed irrelevant compared to what I was facing. Unrest was rising in the Quarters, the council was restless, and the bond… the bond was complicating everything.Eldrin stood to my left, his expression calm but his words razor-sharp. “Mira isn’t dangerous because of what she’s done. She’s dangerous because of what she represents.”I didn’t look up from the table. Dangerous. The word grated against me, hollow and wrong. Mira wasn’t dangerous in the way he meant.“The council is watching you,” Eldrin continued. “Vrax, especially. If he senses even the faintest weakness, he’ll strike. And if he gets wind of the girl—”“She’s not the problem,” I said, cutting

POV: Mira If anything, they had grown more vivid, clawing their way into my subconscious like roots burrowing into the ground. Each night, I found myself in the same forest, its silver-lit trees reaching skyward like skeletal hands. The air was thick with tension, the sound of wolves howling somewhere in the distance sending shivers down my spine. And always, there was that presence—unseen but impossible to ignore.When I woke, drenched in sweat, it felt like the forest had followed me back. My body ached, my skin tingling with the remnants of some invisible fire. I couldn’t escape it. Not in sleep, not in my waking hours.But the worst part wasn’t the dreams.It was Lucan.Every time I saw him, the pull grew stronger, the invisible thread that connected us tightening until it felt like a noose. I hated it—hated the way my pulse quickened when he looked at me, the way his voice sent heat curling through my ches

POV: Mira The forest pulsed with an energy I couldn’t name. The air was thick, cold, wrapping around me as I stood at the clearing’s edge, moonlight cutting through the canopy. Towering trees loomed, their branches twisted like ancient sentinels guarding a secret they had no intention of sharing.I didn’t want to be here. Every step that had brought me to this place had been reluctant, every instinct telling me to run. But the bond wouldn’t let me. It tugged, invisible and unrelenting, pulling me toward Lucan and the ritual the council demanded.Lucan stood at the clearing’s center, torchlight flickering around him. His amber eyes found mine the moment I stepped forward, the pull between us flaring like a spark catching dry tinder. My chest tightened, heartbeat erratic. He looked calm, controlled, but I knew him well enough to see the tension in his clenched jaw, the stiffness in his shoulders.He didn’t w