The Awakening Of The Hybrid Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Aurora’s POVI couldn’t breathe. I don’t mean that in a dramatic, “everything’s overwhelming” kind of way—I mean literally, my lungs refused to work. Every breath scraped like sandpaper. Every sound felt like it came through water. I was here, sitting in a chair, surrounded by people I thought I knew—but I didn’t know anyone. Not really.Especially not myself.My fingers dug into my jeans as I stared at the floor. A speck of dirt on the tile. A tear splashed against it. Then another. I didn’t bother wiping them away.I was crying, but it felt like the tears belonged to someone else. Like I was watching myself break from a distance.I was a werewolf.The words echoed. Repeated. Scratched against the walls of my brain like claws on stone.I was a werewolf. I was a werewolf.No.That couldn’t be right.I pressed my palms against my eyes, willing the world to reset. Maybe I’d passed out during the cafeteria attack. Maybe this was some stress dream where hot guys confessed weird cosmic l

Aurora’s POV I didn’t remember falling asleep. One second, I was curled under my blanket, shaking and staring at the ceiling like it might crack open and reveal the answers I didn’t get today. The next— Silence. But not the kind that comforts. This was the hush of deep woods. Ancient. Listening. Breathing. I stood barefoot in a forest painted with silver light. The moon above me was massive—full, glowing like a lantern against an inky sky. Its light drenched everything, casting long, sharp shadows that danced across the mossy forest floor. And the trees… God, the trees were beautiful. Towering pines and twisted oaks stretched endlessly into the stars, their bark laced with veins of white like lightning frozen in wood. The leaves barely moved, yet I could hear them whispering. Not in words. In feelings. In rhythm. A soundless symphony. I turned in a slow circle. No wind. No birds. No footsteps but my own. The air tasted electric, like the moment right before thunder. My

Aurora’s POVThe first thing I felt was… warmth when I finally moved.Not the kind from sunlight or blankets. No, this warmth was alive.Solid. Steady. A heartbeat. A presence.It was still dark so I couldn’t see anything or anyone at first but my room looked normal. Safe. Familiar. But I wasn’t alone. My breath caught.He was there.Zander Blake.Curled beside me, barely inches away, his broad shoulders rising and falling in a rhythm that matched mine. And he was shirtless. I couldn't look away but, when my eyes adjusted they revealed the inked patterns of a tattoo I’d never seen before. His face was softer in sleep. No smirk. No walls. Just… him.For a moment, I froze.I didn’t know whether to scream or cry.He looked peaceful, like sleeping here beside me was the most natural thing in the world. Like he belonged here.Like he had the right.And for the briefest flicker of a second, I wanted it to be true.But then everything rushed back in—the dream, the wolf, the darkness, the wa

Ember’s POVI saw Rowan storm off when I was looking out my window. His aura was wildfire—hot, erratic, angry. The kind of anger that came from helplessness. Not fury. Not jealousy. Fear.Something had happened. Something with Aurora. And then I felt it too. A flicker of sorrow that didn’t belong to me.Tangled threads of guilt, confusion, betrayal—and a quiet ache that sat heavy in my bones. Her emotions.Aurora.I didn’t wait for explanations.I slipped on my boots, threw on a hoodie, and ran. Her house came into view as the sun rose like a bruise along the edge of the world.Light spilled from her bedroom window now. Faint. Hesitant. Like her.I didn’t even knock. I had my own key. Her mom had given it to me years ago, back when we were eleven and inseparable and convinced we’d live next door to each other forever.Back when the lies hadn’t started yet. I used the key. I walked into the silence. And found her in the kitchen. Sitting on the floor.Arms wrapped around her knees, oversi

Aurora’s POVThe smell of coffee lingered in the air, warm and bitter, but I couldn’t bring myself to breathe it in. My palms pressed against the back of the kitchen chair, grounding me, because if I didn’t hold on, I thought I might collapse.Mom looked up first. Her eyes softened immediately, that instinctive motherly look she always wore when she sensed something was wrong. “Aurora, sweetheart—”“No.” The word came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take it back. “Not sweetheart. Not honey. I need answers. And I need them now.”Dad lowered his mug slowly, his gaze flicking to Mom. His jaw tightened, the kind of expression that said he’d known this moment was coming. “She’s old enough.”Mom flinched, like she wanted to deny it, but she didn’t argue. Her hands trembled as she set her coffee down, and suddenly I hated the sound of it clinking against the table.“What do you mean?” My voice cracked. I hated that too. “What are you not telling me?”Mom’s lips parted, but it was