THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

KAIA’S POV: There’s a haunting sort of silence in the air as I walk into the war room.Everything feels too still - like the house itself is holding its breath, waiting for something big to unfold. My boots echo softly against the hardwood floors. The war room has always intimidated me. Not because of how it looks, but because of what it represents: truth, history, blood, and sacrifice. And tonight, it holds the kind of truth I’ve never really been ready for. My brothers are already inside. Rowan stands at the far end of the long mahogany table, palms flat against the surface like he’s anchoring himself. Ezra leans back against the wall, arms crossed, face unreadable. Lucien sits on the arm of one of the chairs, his knee bouncing with anxious energy. I pause in the doorway, trying to steel myself. “You wanted to talk?”Rowan lifts his head slowly. His gaze softens when it lands on me, but there’s a weight in his eyes. “Come in, Kaia. Shut the door.”I do as he asks, st

KAIA'S POV:The moment I open my eyes, it feels like something is different. There’s a thick silence draped over the pack house like a suffocating blanket. My sheets are tangled around me from another restless sleep, and my pillow is damp from sweat or maybe tears. I can’t remember. Yesterday’s dreams are burned into my mind. The vision. The screams. The fire. The way my body had betrayed me, showing me things I wasn’t ready for. I sit up slowly, rubbing at my eyes. My head pounds, like too much has happened in too little time, and there’s barely room to breathe. I glance around my room. Everything looks the same. But I’m not. I feel different.These visions get worse with each passing day for real. Like something inside me has been unlocked, and I don’t know how to shut it off.A soft knock raps on my door. "Kaia?" It’s Rhea. Her voice is gentle, hesitant. “Can I come in?”“Yeah.”I'm so glad she's here. The overload of teresterone has almost killed me. She steps i

KAIA'S POV: Yeah, I woke up in the morning to the sound of ambush. Didn't even get to brush my teeth mehn. Rhea and I run out to the forest where the fight was taking place with our swords. The wind shifts and I smell them.Not the usual damp fur and rot of Nightowl wolves. This is sharper. Clean steel. Burnt leather. Bloodlust. “They’re here,” Rhea whispers, just as I lands beside me, panting. “They’re not Nightowls… They’re faster.” “Run?” she suggests, but I can see in her eyes she knows we won’t make it in time. Not all of us.Too late. Three shadows burst from the treeline like living smoke, their speed so fast it almost knocks the breath from my lungs. Not scouts. Not rogues. These ones might actually kill us. One dives for Rhea. I barely have time to shove her out of the way before a claw rakes across my forearm. I stumble, hiss through my teeth, but don’t stop moving. I feel myself shift partially; my wolf eyes enhancing my sight, my limbs humming w

KAI'S POV: The silence in the house is thick enough to choke on. Kaia’s been in her room for hours now, door locked, aura distant. After what happened with the Elders - with her hands glowing like fire and the way she collapsed into my arms like her body had betrayed her, it’s like something inside her shifted. She hasn’t been the same.And neither have I. I pace the hallway outside her room, fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. Axel leans against the opposite wall, unusually quiet, his eyes flicking toward Kaia’s door every few seconds like it might explode open. “She won’t talk to me,” I mutter, breaking the silence.“She won’t talk to anyone,” Axel replies, his voice low. “Rhea tried earlier. Even Ezra.”“She’s scared,” I say. “Of herself.” Axel doesn’t argue. He just nods and that makes it worse somehow...how even the most stubborn, cocky guy I know has nothing sarcastic to say. That’s how I know it’s bad. I take a breath and cross the hallway. Knock o

KAIA'S POV:The forest waits for me. Mist curls along the forest floor like a beckoning finger, soft and pale against the deep green of moss and earth. The trees don’t speak, but I can feel them listening. Every root, every leaf, every breeze that brushes my skin seems aware of me.. like I’ve stepped into a place older than time, and it remembers. The area is hushed, not silent, but reverent. A bird calls out in the distance, its song clear and lonely. Dew clings to the edges of my boots, and my breath forms a faint cloud before me as I walk. I keep my hands tucked into the sleeves of my hoodie. Beneath it, the pendant Rhea gave me rests against my skin, warm as a second heartbeat. I can feel its magic pulsing in rhythm with mine, as if it’s reminding me I’m not truly alone.The sky is pale gray, not yet blue. Pre-dawn. The kind of hour where the world still dreams. “Remember your blood remembers,” Rhea had said.I don’t know what it means. Not really. But I whisper i