The Wolf Hunter's Daughter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

MagnusWe’ve been driving for hours. Fritz gave the driver instructions, and we went off the tar road, up a gravel path until the car could no longer move forward.“We’ll have to go on foot, Magnus and I’m afraid we won’t be able to take your security detail with us. The witch won’t show herself if she feels threatened.”“And seeing an alpha male and a Lycan won’t make her feel threatened?” Sounds ridiculous. “She’s expecting us,” he said, his tone serious.The beast inside felt uneasy. Like something wasn’t quite right. There was a heaviness in the air, a stillness that was unnatural. No birdsong, no wind. Only the trees rising into the silent blue sky. We trudged up a rocky hill to a narrow opening in the mountain that could hardly be considered a cave.“Through there,” Fritz pointed.“We’ll never fit through that crevice,” I said. We were both muscular, big-boned wolves.“Not in this form.” He began removing his clothes, and I did the same.“It’ll still be a tight squeeze.” I hate

The horrified screams. Desperate cries. It all floated down to me where I crouched in the cell. My lips moved in silent prayer, hoping that Elise was somewhere safe. That she would come rushing down the stairs and free me. “Magnus, if you could hear me… please be alive. Please…” If only I could shift into my wolf.Patience, the wolf snarled at me. We await our time. “We don’t have time! They will kill us.” I was close to losing my mind. Was this the end for us?So this was the prophecy come true then? I was the instrument of death for the Lycan. God, I didn’t want this. No matter how much I sometimes hated him. He was mine, and I was his. Was this love? This conflicted emotion. The fine line between love and hate. I didn't understand it, but I knew I couldn't live without him. “I don’t want to live in a world without you.” That’s what he said a long time ago. Only now it was I that felt this way.We wait, the wolf insisted.Praying was useless. Crying even more so. I wiped my cheek

ErinaIt was impossible not to despair. Sitting there in the dark on the hard dirt floor of the cell, surrounded by the stench of dust and excrement, I never felt more desperate. I saw no way out for me, and I would go insane if I had to stay there for six months. Elise refused my attempts to reach her, blocking the link. And I had exhausted myself pacing the floor, thinking of ways to escape. I curled up in a corner and struggled to sleep.‘We wait,’ said the wolf inside my head.“Wait for what?” I sneered. “I am a prisoner. Magnus won’t come for us. He could be dead for all we know.” I am cursed.‘He is alive,’ replied the wolf. ‘We will go to him soon.’“You’re insane.” I tried to shut my mind off, shut her up, but the wolf just mocked me.When I finally drifted off into restless sleep, dreams haunted me. I was in Magnus’ arms, and he held me close. Whispered words of love in my ear. I woke up crying.***Two muscled guards came the next morning and opened the cell door. Their broa

Erina“Please believe me, Elise. He’s playing you.” What would it take for her to trust me? I was in tears on my knees. “How was I to know that would happen when I marked Magnus? I just wanted him to love me, to belong to me.” It was the truth. It hurt her to hear me say it. But she needed to hear it. “I was jealous of his love for you and the others. To be his slave wasn’t enough. Surely you can understand it. Being his mistress wasn’t enough for you either.”My words lit a fire under her. Her face contorted into an ugly mask, lips pulled back to reveal her canines. A cry of rage escaped her as she rushed forward. Her palm collided with my cheek. The slap made me see stars, and it stung, but I let her be. If hurting me would make her believe me, then so be it. I fell back onto my elbows; a sob caught in my throat.Anger and resentment made her brave. She grabbed me by my hair and punched me in the face, once, twice, harder this time. Bitter blood filled my mouth.“How could you! Do y

MagnusThe dark witch was gone. Or was she just trying to trick me into thinking she’d gone? I got to my feet, scraping the chair back against the uneven ground. Cursing my weakness, I stumbled forward, holding on to the cave walls like an old man. The sound of the waterfall called to me; it sang of freedom out of this hellhole. I blamed mostly myself for getting into this mess, but Fritz was the one who was going to pay with his life for my foolishness.Erina’s mark was a curse after all. Even in death, Ignatius Saul had succeeded in his goal. If Erina died, I would die with her. How I despised him! Hated him with every fiber, down to my soul if I still had one. He did this to her, put a witch’s curse on her in the event he couldn’t get to me first. When I get to Hell, where I know he’d be, I would ask the devil to resurrect us so that I could kill him again for what he did to my Erina. And to Victoria.I moved slowly, one foot in front of the other, until I could taste the spray of