Ashina-The Awakening of the Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

ASHINA’S POVThe scent of smoke and iron still lingered in the air, the sounds of battle slowly fading behind me. My breath was shallow, tight with disbelief, and my heart pounded against my ribcage like it was trying to escape the reality I had just been plunged into. I was surrounded—encircled by the enemy, betrayed, humiliated.But none of that hurt as much as the truth that settled in my chest like ice.Esther had sold us out.She hadn’t just made a mistake. She hadn’t just been reckless or manipulated. She had chosen this—chosen to align herself with the Blackfang Tribe, our sworn enemies, for reasons I still couldn’t fully grasp.If she had hated me so much, she could have challenged me in front of Alpha Boris. She could have waited. We had a war to win, a people to protect. But no. She chose to gut us from the inside out.And now, because of her, I was alone and trapped. There seemed to be no remorse in her eyes. They just glowed with triumph and more mischief. “You see the co

ASHINA’S POVThe hours following my capture passed in a surreal haze. I had braced myself for torture, humiliation, even death. Instead, I found none of that. No chains, no bruises, no barked orders or cruel taunts. The enemy camp wasn’t what I had expected—least of all its Alpha Knight.I was still wondering what had happened to Esther or where she was anyway. Did they kill her?When the army leader brought me to the Chief, the latter stood tall and proud, his silver-streaked hair catching the sun, eyes cool but not disagreeable. Last time we had met was on the battlefield where I had wounded him. There was a stillness to him, a quiet power that made it clear why he commanded respect even among savages. However, what shocked me the most was the civility in his voice when he said, “You must be Zelda. I’ve waited a long time to meet you after what you did to me.”I stared at him, tense, every muscle ready to react. “Should I be flattered or frightened?”He actually smiled. “Neither.

ASHINA’S POVThe Beta’s last words hung in the air like a fog, wrapping around my mind and refusing to let go. History is written by the survivors. That phrase disturbed me in a way I couldn’t quite explain. My heartbeat quickened, not from fear, but from the urgent need to know.“What really happened?” I asked, as I settled on the rim of the cot. My voice was firmer now. “Don’t give me riddles. Don’t hold back. I want the truth, all of it.”The Beta’s expression changed to something more serious. His gaze was not hostile, but cautious—like someone approaching a wounded animal, not sure whether it would flee or bite. “You truly don’t know anything?” he asked again, his tone tinged with disbelief. “Your leaders never told you the truth?”I shook my head. Oh that was a big misunderstanding then. They expected us to know what went wrong. I had always wondered and always craved for answers, yet it never seemed like pieces of the puzzles matched.At times I would hear the heroic tales o

FARKAS’ POVThe vileness of her words hit me directly in the chest. My heart thudded painfully in my ribs, my breathing shallow with rage. Every instinct in me screamed to strike, to end her here and now. But I forced my hands to stay at my sides, trembling with restraint.“You are sick,” I whispered. “Truly sick.”Esther’s eyes glinted, dark and twisted. “Oh, spare me the moral high ground, Farkas. You always pretend to be above all this, but you chose her. Again and again, even after she left you. Even after she humiliated you by walking away. That’s what drives you crazy, isn’t it? You still love her.”I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The fury in my chest was too overwhelming, my mind already racing with the next move I would make. I couldn’t let her distract me. I wouldn’t let her words seep deeper.“I’m going to say this once, Esther,” I said, my voice now steady, cold. “If Ashina suffers one more wound—physical or otherwise—because of you, you won’t have to worry about the Blackfa

ASHINA’S POVThe party had clearly started long before I arrived—laughter echoed through the cavernous hall, goblets clinked, meat was already half-devoured, and several wolves in half-shifted forms were sprawled around the room in drunken stupors or primal embraces under the moonlight. The stench of blood and roasted flesh hung thick in the air, mixed with the tang of fermented root wine. Yet, as I was ushered to the grand table beside Alpha Knight, he had the audacity to gesture with his goblet, his eyes gleaming with a cruel sense of theatre, and say with a smug grin, “Let the party begin.”My jaw clenched.Begin? As if this debauched display of savagery hadn’t already been in full swing without me. As if I hadn’t been summoned like a pawn, forced to dress up like some painted prize just so he could parade me before his pack. And worse, he dared to say it with that patronising tone, as though he was doing me a favour—so that he could finally answer my “precious” question.I narr