Blood Rust (Moon Sinner I) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

'Confusing.' The only word I could find to describe what happened and what is currently going on. The little runt is perfectly nestled in my arms, my wolves are staring at me as if I've suddenly grown two heads, Valac is purring inside my mind, and I can't find a reason why I would be holding this Omega so preciously. Nor why that stone door opened.The blood, her blood, is still smeared over it, yet the magic that opened up the way into the mountain is gone. I can't even smell it. The events are confusing as they are relieving. Looking down at the raven-haired girl, my arms flex as I pull her closer. A certain piece of the puzzle fits into this. That old Alpha, Gideon, had known she was the key that I needed. First, he attempted to deny it, insulting her, but then his old heart won the battle, and he told her to live. But there is a fact that stands out to me; whatever that was, whatever spell or magic, something had been done to this runt, and she doesn't even know about it. It ir

"It would have to be an heir. A direct successor of...of Silas's bloodline," My voice shakes as I try to find an escape from this. I don't want to bleed for his cause. I can't take much more of the pain. It already hurts too much. Everything hurts. My body is too beaten for this. I step away from the altar, and Malphas approaches me with a slow step. I shake my head, walking back with a limp. "Y-you would need..." I choke up on the words as he grabs my arms and pulls me in. My throat feels like it's closing up, a strangled sound coming out of my throat. I've never pleaded for anything in my life. Not even for food when I was starving. Not even for the abuse I received from the pack to stop. Not even when I didn't have the strength to work for the very air I breathe. Not for mercy. Or for someone to care. But as Malphas looks at me with those cruel red eyes, I find the simple word leaving my lips."Please..."His grip

We safely carried both of these precious things to the surface. From that tunnel, as soon as we lifted the vial, a way out opened. And by some architectural genius our ancestors created, my wolves found a way out as well. We hadn't realized how much time had passed since we started the trip from the village. The night had already fallen. Time was a strange concept in the catacombs. For most of it, it felt like no time had passed at all. We lead our group to a safe spot within the vast woods beyond the ravine. How and what logic applied to our exit on this side of the mountains, I didn't care. What I cared for was with me. It was time to move on. But first, rest. Setting the little Omega down in a patch of grass, I sniffed around her. I can't figure out if the blood is only coming from her head or somewhere else as well; something about it is disorienting me. Valac has receded deep into my mind, staying quiet and watchful. My wolves

As I made that decision, I felt the pinch of excitement in my gut. Fighting for my freedom it's something I never did. Not that I was ever forced to stay in the pack, but in my 26 years, I've never thought about leaving and finding something better. Omegas can't survive on their own. Or so every wolf ever says. I'd like to try and prove them wrong. I reckon I'll do better and be in less pain if I'm on my own. Staring up at the ceiling, I don't count the moments that pass. I can't hear anything, and it seems no one else is in this house. I close my eyes, deciding to maybe get more sleep. Hopefully, I'm not haunted by nightmares again. However, the second I feel my body relaxing, I hear footsteps coming towards the door. I keep my eyes closed, even as the door rattles and opens. My heartbeat spikes, but I try to pretend I'm asleep the best I can. Someone moves around the room. I hear a soft clink, like glass moving against metal, close to my head. The person is close to me. Feet shuf

After that night, nothing else happened. For the next few nights, he would return, sitting in that chair, watching me read. He didn't approach me or touch me. Or even speak to me much. I decided not to question it. Elyse has been helping me do some weird stretching exercises, and my ribs feel much better. My ankle, too, hasn't been aching as much. The bandages have come off, and today, I can finally leave this room. Aside from going to relieve myself, I was in here day and night. She left some pants, a shirt, with a waistcoat for me to put on. I have to say it's a weird feeling with the restriction on my legs, but it's not uncomfortable. I don't have to worry about he wind or wear multiple layers to keep my legs warm. The shoes she left as well are a perfect fit. I decided to dress in the bathroom. I have to say, having access to everything is still odd to me. Warm water and a bath every day, my hygiene has never been this good. I smooth out th