Our Broken Howls のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 147

Sera POVDawn reached Ravenwood slowly, light spreading in thin bands across frost-coated branches and damp earth. The forest smelled sharp and clean, pine and cold soil carried on air that felt almost brittle. Nothing moved without intention. Even the smallest sound leaf against bark, a paw shifting in the undergrowth stood out in the hush.The pack was awake.Not restless. Not calm. Aware.Wolves moved carefully through the clearing, adjusting their paths by inches rather than strides. No one rushed. No one drifted. Every choice about where to stand, how long to linger, and when to move felt considered. Being seen now meant something. Being absent did too.Erya walked beside me, her hand firm in mine. She watched the pack the way I did not searching for danger, but for meaning. Lyra followed a few steps behind, her presence unobtrusive, her attention sharp. She didn’t interfere. She didn’t need to.Ravenwood was teaching itself.The fractures that once split the pack had settled int

Sera POVDawn did not come all at once. Light seeped slowly into Ravenwood, pale and hesitant, slipping between branches heavy with frost, glinting on needles and leaves before settling softly on the forest floor. The air bit at my lungs, sharp with pine and damp earth. Every sound felt magnified: the crack of ice beneath a paw, the distant call of a bird, the quiet shuffle of bodies moving through the clearing. The forest was awake, but it was tense, holding itself as if it were taking a long, measured breath. The wolves felt it too. They moved with deliberate care, no longer drifting through their routines on instinct alone.I walked through the clearing with Erya at my side, her small hand curled around mine. She did not speak, but her quiet attentiveness carried its own weight. She had learned too early that watching closely was a matter of survival. Lyra followed behind, every movement smooth and controlled, a constant reminder that even in calm moments, vigilance mattered. Our e

Sera POVDawn arrived slowly over Ravenwood, pale light spreading through the frost-covered branches and settling quietly on the forest floor. The air was sharp with pine and cold earth, biting as I drew it in. Every sound felt sharper than usual: the crack of ice beneath a paw, the distant call of a bird, the soft shift of bodies moving through the clearing. The forest was awake, yet it held itself tense, as if it were waiting for something inevitable. The wolves felt it too. Their steps were measured, deliberate, their eyes alert to every change in posture and every small movement around them. Nothing passed without notice. Even the smallest gesture could carry meaning, a test, or a warning.I walked through the clearing with Erya at my side. Her tiny hand fit perfectly in mine, gripping tightly, steadying me as much as I guided her. Her silence was not fear. It was understanding. She had learned lessons in observation that most adults could not recognize in a lifetime. Every glance