The Alpha's dragon Flame のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

KahlanI force myself to pull my legs from his grasp before I lose my focus completely and forget why we’re even here. He exhales a sharp, frustrated breath as I slide off the ledge and step out of the water, my skin tingling from the cold and his touch.I head toward the bag, my hands shaking slightly as I look for something to eat—anything to distract my senses from the man still in the water. My fingers brush against something hard, flat, and rectangular tucked into a side pocket. I pull it out, frowning.A book.“What’s the book for?” I ask over my shoulder, trying to steady my breathing.Soren is stepping out of the pool now, the moonlight catching the water as it runs in rivulets down the hard planes of his body. He starts unbuttoning his trousers with a grimace. “I’m not sure. Haven’t particularly had the chance to open it. Picked it up earlier. There’s a walkway down here too, by the way.”“A walkway?” I repeat, turning the book over in my hands.“Yeah. Leads deeper into the

KahlanWe walked down the narrow stone passage he’d found, the temperature dropping with every step until I could see my breath blooming in the air. The path opened into a massive, circular chamber. It wasn't a natural cave; the walls had been painstakingly carved with massive, sprawling symbols and friezes.I stopped dead in my tracks. “I know these.”The carvings didn't use words; they told a story in visceral, ancient images. At the start of the frieze, there was a scene of impossible peace. Wolves, dragons, vampires, witches, and shifters were all standing together, their hands joined beneath a single, glowing symbol: a perfect circle.Then, the circle split. A crack ran through the middle of the history.The shifters were cast out, their figures drawn smaller, huddled at the edges of the stone.Soren ran his calloused fingers along the cold stone, tracing the line of the fracture. “Why? Why would they break something that was working?”I stepped closer, the moonlight from the ma

Kahlan The next morning, Baba's voice woke us up. "Hot blooded teenagers." I opened my eyes and saw her standing there at the edge of the cave pool area. Soren and I were already dressed because we had made the smart choice to put our clothes back on before falling asleep. The shirt he lent me was still on my body and it was a little wrinkled now. I sat up quickly. "If you knew the truth at the time, why didn't you say anything?" Baba looked at me. "My opinion wouldn't have mattered. I didn't come from noble birth." Her voice dropped lower, and her eyes narrowed on me. "Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to do nothing and let things be as they have always been." I felt it clearly in my mind that she agreed with Soren about the magical barrier. She thought sealing the barrier was the right move for us to make right now. "But I make everyone's business my business," she continued. "My spies sent word to me. Ephraim went after the vampires, and he specifically went after Axe

Kahlan Everybody's voice sounded so drowned out around me. The meeting room in Dragon's Keep was full—people talking strategy, moving maps, arguing about supplies—but it all felt far away, like I was underwater. I sat at the long table, staring at the door, waiting for it to operate He hasn't been back in two days. Why isn't he back?"Kahlan."Nothing registered at first."Kahlan?" Zephyrine said again, louder this time, her voice cutting through the haze."Yes," I answered, forcing myself to focus on her face.She leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Axel lost men. We're losing armies faster than we can count. And since Vermithor has already broken faith, and Nyx will support him now, Syranx has always been wild—she'll be down for it too. But well...""You want me to ask Vermithor," I finished for her, the words tasting bitter."Three dragons level the playing field, even if we have smaller numbers," she said quietly. "We don't have the luxury of pride anymore."I looked around th

Authors POV The horns of Ephraim’s army blasted through the morning mist, a low, brassy dirge that vibrated in the marrow of the bones of everyone gathered at the barrier. Reports from the scouts were no longer coming in as whispers; they were shouted commands. The enemy was two hours away.In the clearing at the base of the glowing, opaque wall, the air was unnervingly still. Ava knelt in the dirt, her fingers stained white with chalk as she drew the massive ritual circle. Her movements were frantic but precise. She knew that if a single rune was misaligned, the siphoning would backfire and incinerate everyone within fifty yards.Baba stood over her, her gnarled hands gripping a staff. She didn't offer to help with the physical labor; her role was to anchor the intent. "The outer ring holds the drain, Ava," Baba said, her voice gravelly and thick with a suppressed tremor. "Inner points anchor Freya. Do not skip the binding sigils. If the Flame leaks, Freya dies before the barrier i