Eclipse of the Pack のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

POV: Mira The night felt alive. Stars blanketed the sky above Newhaven, casting a soft, silver glow over the city. The square, once a battleground, was now filled with the hum of voices, laughter, and the occasional crackle of lanterns swaying in the cool breeze. Humans and wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces a mix of cautious curiosity and tentative hope.In the center of it all stood a platform, its wooden frame adorned with banners bearing the phoenix symbol—a motif that had grown to represent our city’s rebirth. The design, simple yet powerful, had been painted by a young girl from the Human Quarters and a wolf pup working side by side. That collaboration was just one of the countless small moments that had brought us here tonight.At my side, Lucan stood tall, his presence a constant reassurance. His amber eyes scanned the crowd with a quiet intensity, the weight of the night etched into the firm set of his jaw.&

POV: Lucan The council chamber felt colder than usual, despite the steady fire snapping in the hearth. Flickering torchlight danced on the polished stone walls, casting jittery shadows that seemed to mirror the tension in the room. I stood at the head of the long oak table, the full weight of leadership pressing against my shoulders. To my left, a symbolic seat of unity stood empty. Mira was absent—though if she were here, I wasn’t sure she could have eased th

POV: LucanThe council chamber was quieter than usual, the oppressive stillness broken only by the faint crackle of the hearth. I sat at the head of the long oak table, the cold stone seat a sharp reminder of the burden I carried. Around me, the wolves who claimed to advise me—and those who sought to undermine me—shifted uneasily in their chairs. Shadows cast by flickering firelight hid their expressions, but I didn’t need to see their faces to sense the tension simmering in the room.The message had arrived that morning, delivered by a scout whose scent reeked of fear and blood. His trembling voice had uttered a name I dreaded hearing: Kael. The rogue alpha had bided his time, waiting patiently for cracks to appear in Newhaven's defenses. Now, it seemed, he had finally made his move.Eldrin, seated to my right, broke the silence. His tone was measured but edged with concern. “Kael’s forces are closer than we anticipated. They've begun skirmishes along the eastern borders, probing our

POV: JaceThe room reeked of sweat, metal, and desperation, the air heavy from too many bodies crammed into a tight space. The stench clung to my skin, seeped into my lungs, settled deep in my bones. I lingered in the shadows just beyond the flickering oil lantern at the center, watching the restless crowd. They were hungry—starving for answers I wasn’t sure I could provide.“We’ve waited long enough, Jace.”Davin’s voice sliced through the murmured conversations, sharp and challenging. I turned toward him, noting his wiry frame tensed and eyes narrowed with impatience. Around him, the others shifted uneasily, leaning against crumbling walls or perched anxiously on makeshift seats. Years of loss and suffering had etched hardened expressions onto their faces. Some looked at me with trust, others skepticism, but all bore the heavy weight of expectation.Stepping forward into the lantern’s circle, my boots echoed against the cracked concrete floor, and silence quickly followed. A worn ma

POV: JaceThe Iron Claw’s hideout was an old factory at the edge of the Human Quarters, its broken windows staring like empty eyes. The air inside was heavy with rust, oil, and desperation—a fitting scent for the plans being brewed here.I leaned against a cracked pillar, watching the others argue over the maps spread across the makeshift table. Their voices blended into a low hum, but the tension in the room was sharp, cutting through the stale air like a blade.“Hit the caravan hard and fast,” Davin said, jabbing a finger at the map. His wiry frame was taut, his movements erratic. “Take the supplies and torch whatever’s left. Let them know we’re not playing games anymore.”“That’s not a plan,” Nera snapped, her scarred face twisted with frustration. “That’s chaos. You torch the caravan, and the wolves won’t just retaliate—they’ll raze the Quarters to the ground.”“Let them try,” Davin growled, his voice rising. “We hit them first, show them we’re not afraid.”“And how many innocents