Rosie's Bloom のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Aria’s POVThe sounds of people talking in the corridors would not stop pounding in my head. Every laugh, every whisper felt sharp and personal, as if all of them were aimed at me.I kept my head down while I cleaned the tables, pretending not to hear.“What’s even the scroll about?”The question slipped out before I could stop it. I had seen Ares and James studying that ancient parchment the night before, their faces grave. Since then the whole pack seemed restless, watching me as though I carried some hidden plague.I tried to shake it off and stepped outside to get some air. The sun was already high, and the wind smelled of pine and smoke from the training grounds. For a moment I thought the noise inside my head would quiet, but the whispers followed me out, soft and taunting.When I went back inside the hall the voices grew even louder. I pressed my hands over my ears. It wasn’t just sound; it felt like the words were crawling into my skin. I was lost in that storm of noise when I

Aria’s POVI woke up in a dim room.It was late maybe past midnight. The faint cry of owls echoed outside while the air hung thick with the scent of herbs and smoke. My body ached as though every muscle had been scorched from the inside.My mind was foggy. I could barely remember what happened after the explosion only flashes of silver light, screams, and the taste of fear on my tongue.The door creaked softly. Lara slipped inside, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.“Everything’s in chaos,” she whispered. “No one knows what to believe anymore. Even the council can’t explain what happened.”Pandemonium. That was what she meant.I stared at my trembling hands. “Did I hurt anyone?”She hesitated, glancing at the floor. “Two assassins didn’t make it. Some say you saved lives, others say you’re cursed. They’re calling you the Moon Blessed and the cursed one.”The words struck like knives.The cursed one.Monster.Lara reached for my arm. “Don’t listen to them. You were scared. You didn’t mean

Ares’s POV Dawn bled gray through the stained-glass windows of the council hall, turning the air cold and metallic. The elders took their seats one by one, their silence sharper than any accusation. I stood at the center of the room, every muscle locked to keep from pacing. Rowan’s voice cut through first. “Alpha Ares of Red Moon, you’ve asked for this meeting. Speak.” “I’m not asking for mercy,” I said. “Only reason. What happened at the feast was defense. You all saw the assassins.” A murmur rolled through the chamber. Some looked away; others met my eyes with open contempt. “She killed them,” an elder hissed. “They came for her,” I countered. “And you think that makes her innocent?” I breathed slowly. “I think it makes her one of us someone who deserves a hearing, not a sentence.” Rowan’s knuckles whitened against the table. “Your compassion blinds you. That blast could have destroyed the hall.” “Yet it didn’t,” I said. “No one else was harmed.” “By chance.” The word hu

Ares’s POV Night had settled heavy over the fortress, the kind that pressed against the windows like a living thing. I hadn’t slept. Every corridor hummed with secrets, and my instincts kept pacing even when my feet were still. From my chamber balcony, I could see the council wing dimly lit; silhouettes moved inside too many for this late hour. Someone was reporting again. Every word I spoke in confidence found its way to Clara before dawn. There was a leak somewhere in my ranks. James entered quietly, carrying a folded parchment. “The watch found this under the east stair. A courier’s mark from Varyn’s men.” I took it. No seal, no name just a single phrase: ‘The Alpha prepares the circle.’ My jaw tightened. I hadn’t told anyone outside my inner circle about the ritual preparations. “So she already knows,” I said. James frowned. “You think Clara planted a spy?” “I think she owns one.” I turned the parchment over, tracing the faded ink. “And I intend to find out wh

Clara’s POV The cliffs were quiet that night.Even the sea below had gone still, waves hitting the rocks softly like they were afraid to make a sound.The air smelled of rain and stone. The moons were climbing higher, one silver, one red the same way they had on the night everything fell apart centuries ago.I stood near the edge, looking down at the circle drawn into the ground.It looked perfect.Every mark glowed faintly, shining in the moonlight, hiding the poison I had placed there.Once she stepped inside, her own power would turn on her.The goddess would burn her from the inside out.The end of the so-called Moon Blessed.I smiled faintly. Ares thought he was protecting her, but he was only walking her straight to her death. The spies told me enough the girl was leaving the fortress tonight, veiled and dressed in white, heading for the cliffs.It was almost too easy.I knelt down beside one of the runes and brushed my fingers over it. The light rippled red, answering to my m