The lost packs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

*Amber* I rush toward Adis, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in the sight of him… his powerful wolf form standing tall, blood dripping from his muzzle, his eyes a swirling mix of confusion and recognition. “Adis,” I say softly, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s me… it’s Amber.” He turns those piercing, intelligent eyes on me, and for a moment, I feel the weight of the world lift just a little. He growls, his tone low and gravelly, but there’s an unmistakable warmth in his gaze that sends a shiver down my spine, and I know instinctively that he wants to know if I am hurt. “Not in the least,” I reply, forcing a smile through the chaos and adrenaline still coursing through my veins. “You’re back, and that’s what matters. Do you know that you’re Adis? That you aren’t… you know, Zombie anymore?” He hesitates, his massive form shifting as if he’s struggling to maintain the connection between his wolf instincts and the man he once was, but finally he stands before me, human. “Ye

*Tjeck* I crouch behind an old, crumbling wall, the damp stone pressing against my back as I strain to listen for the approaching footsteps. My heart pounds in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I can’t afford to be caught here.., not when I have to keep Amber and Adis safe. The shadows are my allies, and I meld into them, my senses heightened as I wait for the pack to return. The echoes of their voices grow louder, a cacophony of tension and excitement. I can hear Ela’s voice cutting through the noise, sharp and commanding, as she leads the group back into the lair. “Move it, you lot. We’ve got work to do,” she barks, her tone leaving no room for dissent. I can picture her… tall, fierce, the hook on her hand glinting ominously as it swings at her side. The pack is riled up, emboldened by some recent victory. They’ll be looking to capitalize on that momentum, and I need to know how far they’re willing to go when they realisme what have happened. As they pour into the

*Thorn* I pace my office, the air thick with loss and tension. The walls feel like they’re closing in around me, each step echoing a reminder of the devastation that has just unfolded. Teyla is with her mother, comforting her through the waves of grief that crash over them. I can only imagine the heartache they’re enduring; the mayor was not just a leader but a pillar of strength for their family and the city. As I walk, my thoughts spiral. How did it come to this? One moment, we were plotting our rebellion, hopeful for change, and the next, the flames of destruction have swallowed our plans whole. I can still hear the crackle of fire, the screams lost in the chaos. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless reminder that the stakes have shifted. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Tjeck storms in. His face is a mix of panic and urgency, and before I can say a word, he rushes toward me and pulls me into an unexpected hug. “Thorn!” he exclaims, the relief in his voice palpable. “I

*Amber* I can’t shake the nagging tension coiling in my stomach as Adis gently lifts Adion into his arms, the little boy’s sleepy head lolling against his shoulder. Adion’s eyelids flutter as he fights to stay awake, his tiny fingers clutching the edge of Adis’s shirt. The moment feels tender, fragile, and yet it’s a reminder of how quickly everything can unravel. “Let’s get you to bed, buddy,” Adis murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. I watch as he carries Adion toward the small bedroom, a smile creeping onto my face despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. I follow them, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Adis is such a natural dad. He’s jumped headfirst into this role with a grace that I didn’t know he possessed, and I can’t help but admire him. Watching him with Adion is like seeing a piece of the future I never dared to dream of. As they reach Adion’s room, Adis gently lays him down in the crib, tucking the little boy in with care. Adion yawns widel

*Thorn* The boardroom is tense, a palpable mix of curiosity and skepticism hanging in the air as I stand at the head of the long, polished table. Teyla is beside me, her presence a steady anchor, though I can feel the weight of her grief still lingering just beneath the surface. She glances at me, her eyes filled with both support and worry. I squeeze her hand, drawing strength from her warmth. The Alphas of the city have gathered, their expressions a blend of respect and wariness. This is uncharted territory for all of us. I can’t blame them for feeling uneasy; I’m a product of the underworld, thrust into a role they likely never expected to see filled by someone like me. But I am determined to prove that I am more than just my past. I clear my throat, commanding their attention. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know this is a difficult time for everyone, especially with the loss of our beloved mayor. But we cannot afford to linger in grief. We need to rally toget