The Prophecy of the Golden Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Calla's PerspectiveAs usual Maya was already there and in our booth when I arrived, but instead of her typical cheerful energy, she looked tense and worried. When she saw me, relief flooded her features."Thank god you're okay," she said immediately, standing to hug me. "I was starting to panic.""Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked, settling into the booth across from her. But even as I asked the question, I noticed Maya kept glancing toward the windows, as if she was watching for something."You said you had news," Maya said, her voice carrying an undercurrent of urgency. "What's going on?"I told her about the wolf sightings in my neighborhood, about Mom and Dad's concerns, and about the growing sense that the threats Anya had mentioned were moving closer to my human life.Maya's expression grew grimmer with each detail. "Cal, there's something I need to tell you. Something happened last night that I think is connected to all this.""What kind of something?"Maya pulled out her phone

Luna Anya's PerspectiveThe morning after Calla and Maya had moved into the packhouse, I stood in Alric's study wrestling with decisions that would affect our pack's future. The surveillance photos were spread across his desk—stark evidence that our period of relative safety was ending. Each image showed the same disturbing pattern: wolves moving with purpose through human neighborhoods, testing boundaries, gathering intelligence.We'd told the Omegas who prepared their rooms that the girls were refugee wolves from a distant pack, seeking temporary sanctuary while family matters were resolved. The explanation raised no suspicions, but I knew we couldn't maintain the deception much longer. Pack members had keen senses, and sooner or later, someone would notice that our "refugee wolves" carried no pack scent at all."We need to tell the pack," I said finally, my voice heavy with the weight of what that revelation would mean. "About Calla, about the threats. We can't protect her effectiv

Thorne's PerspectiveThe drive back to Moonveil was tense, Iris's revelations weighing heavily on us. I kept glancing at Calla in the rearview mirror as she touched the crystal pendant, which had been glowing softly but was now shifting toward deep red. Orion paced restlessly in my mind."Strangers," Orion warned. "Many of them. Pack territory has been invaded."One of the warriors, Gareth, in the other car caught my eye in the side mirror. I tapped my temple twice—our signal for threats detected. His expression sharpened as he reached for his radio."What is it?" Maya asked, sensing the tension."Calla's pendant is reacting, and my wolf is detecting hostile scents," I said, pressing harder on the accelerator.Calla held up the crystal, now pulsing with urgent red light. "Aunt Iris said it would warn about supernatural beings—friend or foe.""Given the timing, I'm betting on foe," I muttered.My phone buzzed with Dad's call. "Thorne, where are you?""Two minutes out. Dad, we have a si

Calla's PerspectiveI woke to the sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor outside my room, followed by familiar voices getting closer. The medical wing. I was in the packhouse medical wing, and judging by the quality of light filtering through the windows, it was either very early morning or late afternoon. My body felt like I'd been hit by a truck, then trampled by whatever supernatural equivalent of a stampede existed."We are awake," Lyra said with relief so profound it made my chest tight. "I was beginning to worry you had retreated too far into yourself."The door burst open and Maya rushed in, still wearing workout clothes and looking slightly out of breath. Thorne was right behind her, also looking like they'd been interrupted in the middle of something physical."How long?" I croaked, my voice barely more than a whisper.Maya's face broke into a grin that was equal parts relief and exhaustion as she hurried to my bedside. "Two and a half days. You scared the hell out of all

Luna Anya's PerspectiveThe packhouse was finally quiet after the emotional intensity of Calla's inclusion ceremony. Pack members had dispersed to their homes, the last of the congratulations had been offered, and the cleanup was complete. For the first time in weeks, Alric and I had a moment to ourselves.I found him in our private study, standing by the window that overlooked the main grounds. His broad shoulders were tense with the weight of leadership decisions, and I could see the exhaustion in the set of his spine. The past month had aged him—diplomatic negotiations, supernatural threats, internal pack politics, and now the added complexity of Calla's growing network."Long day," I said softly, closing the door behind me and engaging the privacy lock."You can say that again," he said, turning to face me with a tired smile. "But tonight went well. Better than I expected, considering Edwin's opposition.""Calla handled herself beautifully," I agreed, moving toward him. "And Thorn