Ashina-The Awakening of the Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ASHINA’S POVThe moment I heard of the battle at the tribal border, I knew what I had to do. This wasn’t just a fight for our people—it was my chance to expose the truth behind my father’s and brother’s deaths. The rumours that had been going on for a while lately was like a fire burning inside me; either it would consume me completely or it would be the cause of someone’s destruction. I had spent too long waiting, too long suppressing my need for answers. The battlefield was where I belonged, and I would not let anyone stop me.I made my way to the palace. The guards at the entrance seemed rather on their toes, as they should but stepped aside without question. They knew better than to stand in my way. I pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the Council chamber and strode inside.King Dragor sat at the long war table, his piercing eyes inspecting reports laid before him. His advisors flanked him, murmuring in low voices, but they all fell silent the moment I entered. The King’s ga

ASHINA’S POVEverything was ready for me to leave. As the King had instructed, I would leave at dawn. “You look amazing, Madam,” Susan commented as I came out of my room.“Thank you, Susan… Please take care of the house while I’m away. This home holds great memories of my childhood.”As much as I was eager to go on a mission, I was a bit sad leaving my home behind. There was no one else I could trust, except Susan and I was sure she would do a very good job in managing my property and affairs.“You don’t worry, madam.”I nodded.As I drew the sword that used to belong to my father, Susan stared with awe.“That’s a strong weapon you hold there, madam.”“Clement gave it to me. It used to be my father’s,” I admired it.My father’s sword was a masterpiece of both craftsmanship and power, a weapon worthy of a Delta who had carved his name into the annals of war. Forged in the heart of an ancient volcano of our Ironclaw Pack, the blade gleamed with a dark, tempered steel that bore the fai

ASHINA’S POVThe moment my feet touched the hardened earth at the border of the military camp, an eerie rush of emotions travelled through me. I could inhale the scent of iron and sweat lingered in the crisp evening air, carrying with it the echoes of past battles and sacrifices. Fires flickered in the distance, illuminating the huge tents and the restless figures of soldiers sharpening their weapons, their armour glinting under the moonlight.I sighed deeply, the weight of my purpose settling onto my shoulders. I had finally made it. After everything—the betrayals, the heartbreak, the endless fights—I was here. The place where warriors bled for honour, where duty came before everything else. This was where my father and brother had once stood, their swords drawn, their hearts steadfast. Well now, I had returned to follow their path—not just for vengeance, but for truth.A gust of wind carried the distant sounds of marching boots and clashing metal, and I tightened my grip on the st

ASHINA’S POVWhen I handed the King Dragor’s letter to Alpha Boris, I had no idea what message it contained. The letter was sealed, its contents a mystery to me. Yet, I couldn't help but notice the slight shift in his expression as he read it. It was fleeting—just a flicker of something vague in his golden eyes before he masked it with his usual stoic demeanour. He didn’t offer an explanation, nor did he discuss the letter’s contents with me. The only thing he said was that I was permitted to stay in the military camp. That was it. No elaboration. No questions asked.How could I ask? How could I dare to pry into a matter between the King and his Alpha when I had already pushed the limits of what was acceptable? Alpha Boris was clearly in no mood for discussion—his frustration with his soldiers’ misconduct was evident, and on top of that, my impulsive transformation had not helped matters. If anything, it had only irritated him further.At that moment, I made a decision. The less I

ASHINA’S POVSince that night, Alpha Alpha Boris and I had worked tirelessly to find the connection. It was subtle at first, a slight unease that crept beneath the surface of daily routines, but after the spy soldiers’ confession, it became impossible to ignore. The once orderly and disciplined camp now felt like a battlefield of secrets, with trust unfolding at the seams.Alpha Boris and I had no time for hesitation. If there was a network of spies embedded within the ranks, we had to expose them before more damage was done. The first lead pointed us towards the supplies storage area; a vast warehouse filled with everything from rations and weapons to medical supplies.The storage room smelled of dust and iron, the scent of gun oil lingering in the air. Crates were stacked high, labelled with careful precision. At first glance, nothing seemed out of place.Alpha Boris ran his fingers over the rough wood of one of the crates, his eyes scanning for irregularities. “If they’re passing i