The Awakening Of The Hybrid Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Aurora’s POVBy the time the last of the music faded and the crowd thinned, Zander’s house looked like a battlefield.Pizza boxes stacked on the counter, soda spilled on the floor, half-empty bottles abandoned everywhere. Ember and I had tried to help clean, but “tried” quickly turned into us collapsing in a fit of laughter because I tripped over a crumpled bag of chips. How does that even happen? Rowan hadn’t left after all. I noticed him still lingering in the kitchen, his green eyes scanning the room like he was cataloging every threat even though the only danger left was Ember raiding the fridge.When Zander muttered something about “you’re crashing here, right?” Ember practically squealed. “Sleepover!” So, we stayed of course.It started innocently. Ember pulled me into the kitchen where we unearthed a couple of bottles — definitely not soda. She poured us both glasses, clinking hers against mine.“To survival,” she grinned.“To bad ideas,” I countered.The first sip burned. Th

Ember’s POVThere are few joys in life greater than watching Aurora Hayes try to hide behind a piece of toast.Especially when the only thing she really wanted to hide from was the fact that she almost hooked up with both of her mates in one night.She sat at the kitchen table like a small, mortified monarch, cheeks the color of a flushed apple, nibbling at the toast like if she chewed hard enough the whole embarrassing scene would dissolve into crumbs. Zander was brooding into his coffee like the world owed him something he hadn’t collected yet. Rowan sat upright across from him, hands wrapped around his mug, the kind of serene that made you want to punch him and hug him at the same time. Aurora—moon goddess, Aurora—looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.Honestly? It was hilarious.I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing out loud. I love Rory—don’t get me wrong—but the image of her trying to disappear behind toast? Iconic. I should have been symp

Aurora’s POVBy the time we reached the tree line, I felt like my skin was on fire.Every breath burned. My legs trembled. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would break my ribs.I collapsed to my knees, clutching the earth like it might hold me together.Zander was beside me instantly, crouching low, his stormy eyes fierce. “Rory, listen to me. You’ve got this. Look at me.”I tried, but my vision blurred. My whole body shook. “I—I can’t—”Rowan was on my other side, calmer, his hand wrapping mine. His green eyes didn’t waver. “Yes, you can. It will hurt. It always happens the first time. But you are stronger than this pain.”Behind them, Ember hovered, pale with awe. The Shadow Fangs spread out like silent guards, their usual teasing replaced with solemn watchfulness.And inside me, the voice came again.Aurora. Let go.I gasped, my head snapping up. “Who—?”Me. I am you. I am your wolf. It is time.Tears burned my eyes. “I don’t know how.”Yes, you do. It’s in your blood. In your

Rowan’s POV I had seen wolves shift before. I had guided them through their first runs, calmed them through the breaking, carried them when their bodies gave out. I knew the screams, the agony, the way bone and blood seemed to betray before finally setting free. But I had never seen anything like Aurora. When she fell to her knees in the clearing, sobbing, trembling, clutching at the earth like it was the only thing keeping her anchored, something in my chest snapped. I wanted to lift the pain from her. I wanted to take it myself. But I couldn’t. No one could. So I did the only thing I knew: I steadied her hand, spoke low and calm, and whispered the truth. “It will hurt. It always does. But you are stronger than this pain.” And when her body broke, when her bones cracked and fur burst through her skin, when her cry turned into a growl and her wolf finally stepped free— I forgot to breathe. She was white. Not silver, not pale gray. White as snow. Her fur shimmered

Zander’s POVI wasn’t sure which was worse — the sight of Aurora shifting back naked in the woods.Or the way she blushed later when she admitted her wolf was whispering things she wouldn’t repeat out loud.Both nearly broke me. Both nearly broke Zee. And gods help me, both made me want to give in so badly it hurt.When she curled into my couch, drowning in my shirt, cheeks red, fingers gripping the blanket like it was armor — I wanted to tear the whole damn world apart just to keep her safe.But then she stammered about Liora. About her wolf talking to her. About things she wouldn’t say.Her face went crimson, her thighs pressed together under the blanket, her eyes darting between Rowan and me.And that was when Zee nearly took over.She wants us, he growled inside me. She’s thinking about us. Both of us. We should take her now. Bite her. Claim her. Make her ours completely.Images crashed through me — Rory gasping under my hands, her neck tilted back for my mark, her body arching as