Moon's Orphan의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Raynor Blackfang’s eyes fluttered open, his senses assaulted by the sterile scent of herbs and the sharp, pungent air of a small room. The familiar weight of pain in his chest dragged him back into consciousness. He tried to move, but a searing ache gripped his body, and he gasped in agony."Easy," a voice murmured from nearby. "You’re safe."Raynor turned his head, blinking against the dim light. The woman sitting by his side was young, her silver eyes gleaming softly in the dark. The glowing mark on her wrist flickered like the moonlight itself. He stared at her for a moment, the remnants of his fever clouding his thoughts."You—" His voice was hoarse, struggling to form words. "Who…?""Erin Windveil," she answered quickly, her tone more matter-of-fact than concerned. "I found you near the sacred grounds. You were bleeding out."His lips parted in disbelief. “Sacred grounds…? The hunters…”Erin tilted her head, eyes narrowing slightly. "They had set traps, yes. You

The frostwood forest loomed in the distance, its tall, twisted trees creaking in the wind as though whispering secrets of the past. Raynor moved quietly through the dense underbrush, his body still sore but no longer aching from the wounds Erin had tended to. She walked beside him, her every step light and swift, as though she belonged to the forest itself.Raynor glanced at her, the weight of her silence pressing between them. The tension was palpable, like a thread waiting to snap. Erin hadn’t spoken much since their conversation in the hut, her thoughts clouded by what they had both learned about the Silverblood. Raynor, too, found himself wrestling with the truth—truths that seemed to multiply the deeper they ventured into the unknown."How much do you remember about your past?" Erin’s voice broke the silence, her eyes trained on the path ahead.Raynor stiffened, his thoughts momentarily swirling back to the memories he had buried deep within. He had always felt the fragme

The silence of the frostwood was suffocating. Each footstep Raynor and Erin took seemed to echo too loudly in the stillness, the air thick with a sense of foreboding. Despite the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the occasional gust of wind, it felt like something was watching them. Or worse, something was waiting for them.Raynor's grip on his dagger tightened, his senses alert, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to spring into action. He could feel Erin's unease beside him, her eyes flicking to the shadows in the trees, her usual calm now overshadowed by an instinctual wariness."Raynor," Erin whispered, her voice barely audible. "I think we're being followed."He didn’t answer at first, too focused on the prickling sensation that crawled up his spine. He could feel it, too—the sharp weight of eyes on his back, the faint rustling of movement just out of sight."Stay close," he muttered, pulling his cloak tighter around himself as they quickened their pace. He

The wind howled as the trio made their way toward the Frostfang Sanctuary. The towering peaks loomed in the distance, their sharp edges cutting into the sky like jagged teeth. The journey was grueling, the snow relentless, biting at their faces with every step. Erin walked slightly ahead, her breath forming clouds in the icy air, her mind heavy with the weight of Kael’s words.Raynor walked beside her, his steps purposeful, but his mind far from the cold mountain path. His encounter with Kael had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. The Bloodborne. The Blackfangs. The Blood Moon Trial—it all felt like a twisted, inevitable fate that had been written long before his birth. And Erin, tied to it all by the mark on her wrist, was no longer just a healer in his eyes. She was the key to everything.Raynor glanced at her, wondering if she felt the same pull, the same burden. She had been quieter than usual since the encounter with Kael. He could sense the uncertainty in her, thou

The Wolf God’s presence filled the air like a storm, its raw power radiating from the dark figure that loomed before them. Erin stood at the altar, her wrist-mark blazing with an ethereal silver light, but her eyes were wide with awe and fear. The massive wolf—its fur black as midnight, eyes glowing like burning embers—towered over them, its form both magnificent and terrifying.Raynor’s heart raced as the ground beneath their feet trembled with the weight of the creature’s presence. The Wolf God, awakened from its slumber by Erin’s touch, now loomed in the clearing, filling the space with an overwhelming aura. It was as though time itself had stopped, the world held in the breathless moment between Erin and the ancient beast.Raynor stepped forward instinctively, his hand tightening on his dagger. The energy in the air was palpable, and the wolves that had been with them seemed to recoil, their postures shifting into cautious submission. The massive figure before them was not so