The Healer's Bond のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Emma exhaled a shaky breath of relief that nobody had died during the capture. The mission had been fraught with danger—three men injured, but miraculously, all had survived the rogue's feral attacks. However, her momentary relief vanished when she observed the utterly baffling phenomenon before her: the industrial-grade tranquilizer that should have subdued any living creature had virtually no effect on the captured rogue wolf. It thrashed with manic intensity, hurling its massive body against the reinforced steel bars with such violence that the modified armored van rocked on its suspension. Each impact sent a metallic reverberation through the underground facility, making Emma's teeth clench involuntarily."Stand back!" Steve commanded as one particularly violent lunge bent one of the bars slightly. The entire team—Emma, Steve, Marcus, and the half-dozen heavily armored tacti

Steve's hands trembled with barely contained rage as he paced the concrete floor of the underground facility. His jaw clenched so tightly that a dull ache radiated through his temples. The bitter taste of betrayal coated his tongue like poison. He had been a fool—a complete and utter fool—to believe they had time to prepare, to strategize, to defend themselves. Emma's revelation had shattered that illusion in an instant, leaving him with the sickening realization that he and his entire pack were living on borrowed time, their fate dangling by the whim of some unknown enemy lurking in the shadows."So, they can just attack my pack anytime they want?" Steve asked Emma again, his voice breaking slightly as the words left his lips for what felt like the hundredth time. The question hung in the stale air of the facility, the weight of it pressing down on his chest like a stone. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, tugging at the roots as if the physical pain might distract from

Steve spent the remaining forty minutes building things he never imagined he would construct in his lifetime. His hands trembled slightly as he worked, not from fear, but from a peculiar mixture of hope and desperation that coursed through his veins like electricity. The weight of responsibility pressed down on his broad shoulders, threatening to crush him beneath its immensity.He caught a glimpse of Emma from the corner of his eye, her delicate fingers working with surprising dexterity as she assembled components with unwavering focus. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would be standing shoulder to shoulder with the werewolf he had once coldly rejected, their past differences dissolved in the face of impending catastrophe. The irony wasn't lost on him—how quickly priorities shifted when survival hung in the balance.Steve Kane, proud Alpha of the Sterling Creek pack, never in a million years imagined all of his pack members would be infected and te

KILL SWITCH. III.Emma’s calves were burning from running up the mountains. Although she was not carrying anything, she was anxious because time was her enemy. And because she heard a plane rumbling over the pack.She did not believe in coincidences. She suspected that the plane was where the controllers were hiding.Marcus’ walkie talkie hissed to life and he dropped the generator to answer it.“How high are you?” Steve asked with urgency in his voice.“Very high, Alpha Kane, just a few more minutes till we reach the highest point, over,” Marcus answered as he breathed heavily.“Look into your binoculars,” Steve said. “And turn on the night vision.”Marcus did and sucked in a breath. “We have to hurry,” he said with a new sound of worry.“Let me see,” Emma stretched her hands and Marcus gave her the binoculars.“Goddess!” Emma exclaimed in fear. The Rogues, they were all standing still and watching Sterling creek from a distance. From the corners of her sight, she saw the small air p

"Humans have no business knowing about this place," Steve said, his voice edged with tension, his expression brooding and worried. His sharp gaze scanned the dimly lit room, his jaw clenched in barely suppressed frustration.Emma understood what he meant all too well. The divide between humans and werewolves was vast, an unbridgeable chasm that had kept their worlds apart for centuries. That was how it was meant to be—how it had to be.Until last night.The discovery of two human bodies at an airplane wreckage site had shattered that fragile separation. Steve had found them, their lifeless forms sprawled amidst the twisted metal and charred remains, and the implications were horrifying."The only way they could have known about this place is if a werewolf told them," Emma mused, her tone thoughtful but laced with unease.Steve exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening into fists. The very idea made his stomach coil with dread. Betrayal of this magnitude wasn’t just reckless—it was treas