The Healer's Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

"There is bad news, Alpha Kane," Marcus said with a painful strain in his voice, his normally confident facade crumbling as sweat beaded on his pale forehead. "Our snipers can no longer hold their positions.""Shit," Steve muttered, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. His jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth, the muscle twitching beneath his stubbled skin. "We need to be on the road."Emma's stomach twisted into knots. Without the pack snipers, they had no chance of getting into Sterling Creek safely. The virus was decimating the werewolves' ability to function, and she could see the evidence of it in Marcus's trembling hands and the unnatural pallor of his normally ruddy complexion."To make matters worse," Marcus added, voice dropping to a hoarse whisper, "the rogues may overrun the pack if we do not do something quick." His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of his jacket, steadying himself against the truck's hood.The three of them climbed into the red truc

The trailer surged forward, the sudden acceleration nearly sending Steve tumbling into the horde below. His stomach dropped as he wavered on the edge, arms pinwheeling before he found his center of gravity again. Falling wasn't an option—Alpha or not, he couldn't fight hundreds of mindless killing machines, especially not with the virus weakening his ability to transform.Taking a knee to stabilize himself, Steve watched the rogues charge, their movements jerky and uncoordinated but terrifyingly fast. The truck's uneven pace made accuracy difficult, so he waited until they were almost upon him, close enough that he could see the veins bulging beneath their mangy fur.Three rapid shots rang out, and Steve rolled sideways, the creatures' momentum carrying them past him. They skidded across the metal surface before plummeting to the road below, dead before they hit the ground.A thunderous impact shook the entire truck. Steve whipped around to see two wolves

Emma's hands trembled slightly as she surveyed the crowd of werewolves gathering outside the makeshift medical station. Their eyes—filled with a mixture of hope, desperation, and reverence—followed her every move. A knot formed in her stomach. They viewed her as some sort of savior, though Steve had done most of the heavy lifting. Now their Alpha was fighting for his life after a vicious attack from a rogue werewolf's failed experiment.The weight of responsibility pressed down on her shoulders as she entered Steve's private quarters. His normally powerful frame looked diminished against the white sheets, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The deep gashes across his torso refused to heal—another fascinating insight into how the virus worked, though Emma took no pleasure in the discovery under these circumstances."How is he?" she whispered to Marcus, who stood guard at the doorway, his face etched with worry.The Beta ran a hand

 Sounds of gunshots occasionally pierced the morning quiet, each one making her flinch. She wondered just how many rogues were killed in one day, how many more lay in wait beyond the pack's borders. The rogue situation was very strange, unlike anything she'd heard of in all her years studying werewolf lore, and it was one of the reasons she wanted to go for a run—to clear her head, to think.She walked for a while, passing people who waved or nodded respectfully at her. Some children played in front of their houses, their laughter a precious reminder of what they were all fighting to protect. Emma finally got to the foot of the mountain, where the trees grew thicker and the path less traveled.Making sure she was alone, Emma called on her wolf, feeling the familiar tingling sensation spread from her core to her extremities. Her transformation began to take place with a grace that came from years of practice. She gave herself fully to

"I don't see how it can be done, Emma," Steve said and turned towards the exit of the warehouse, his boots echoing heavily on the concrete floor. The afternoon sunlight cast long shadows through the high windows, stretching across the floor like reaching fingers.Determined, Emma followed him, her lab coat flapping around her legs as she quickened her pace to match his longer stride. "Use that big Alpha brain of yours to think, Steve," she pressed, her voice rising slightly. "Do you want to be stuck here inside your territory at the mercy of mindless werewolves forever?" The question hung in the air between them, heavy with implication.The question stung Steve like a physical blow, and he whirled around angrily, his movement so swift that Emma nearly collided with his chest. "Then what?" he demanded with a rage-filled voice that echoed off the warehouse walls. "Even if we succeed in getting one, what then?" His eyes blazed, not with the amber glow of his wolf, but wit