The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

FernIsara does not arrive like a storm. Instead, she feels like a breath of fresh air. Like something that has always been there, waiting for me to notice that she existed. ‘Run,’ she says softly.The word isn’t urgent. It’s an invitation to be free for the first time in my life.Riddick stands beside me at the edge of the forest, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his fur. The pack has finally dispersed after witnessing my shift, but the air still hums with what happened.With what I am.‘You don’t have to,’ his voice echoes in my mind.I feel content. ‘I want to.’That is the difference. I’m not being pushed. Not being claimed. Not being commanded.I choose to run with him.The moon feels closer tonight. The forest is wider. The earth is alive beneath Isara’s paws.I let go and let her have complete control.The world sharpens as I watch through her eyes.I smell pine sap and distant water. Hear insects beneath the soil. I feel the wind combing through her silver-white fur

GraceThe second surge is worse than the first. Instead of the sky splitting like when Gaven marked Fern, it settles into something peaceful. Somehow, that is worse. It is more terrifying than the blinding light. When word reaches the Vale Pack that Fern has finally shifted, and that Gaven now bears her mark as well, I feel something cold coil through my spine.She has a wolf. That is something that we thought she would never have. It was one of the things that made her expendable. Not only does she have a wolf, but Fern marked Gaven. According to our intel, they sealed it under the moon. It is everything I feared. Not because she is powerful, but because she is no longer fragile.Fragile things can be dismissed. Fragile things can be explained away.A Queen cannot be so easily tossed to the side. The councils are rattled. I know it from the constant phone calls disturbing my father at all hours of the day. The calls have shifted from annoyed to urgent. The other packs

JustinI don’t stop running until the trees thin.The scent of Blackmoor fades behind me, replaced by damp Vale earth and the faint trace of river stone that marks the territorial divide.I cross the line without looking back. If I look back, I might hesitate. If I hesitate, I might return.I can’t go back. Not after the way Gaven looked at me. Not after the word he used.Betrayal.The forest swallows the sound of pursuit quickly. No one follows. They can’t without crossing into Vale territory and making this official.War.The word beats in time with my pulse. I didn’t start it. I was trying to prevent it. That’s what I tell myself as I slow, my lungs burning, and my hands shaking with leftover adrenaline.Gaven was going to confine me. His words repeat like a curse in my mind. “Pending investigation.”I know what that means. I have been a member of the Blackmoor Pack my whole life. Alpha Gaven is not kind. He isolates, interrogates, and then will push me into silence. H

FernI have been in this room before. I have sat and listened to pack dynamics and patrol rotations, but this time the war room feels different today. It feels heavier. The long stone table in the center is covered in maps, tokens marking patrol routes, border points, and supply roads. Warriors stand along the walls, their voices low, tense, controlled.Something has changed. I feel it the moment I step through the door. Heads turn to look in my direction, but they aren’t the curious glances that I am used to receiving. These looks are sharp and focused. Some of them even look worried.Gaven stands at the head of the table beside Wesley. His shoulders are rigid, his posture carved from stone. Riddick stirs faintly in the back of my mind through the bond, restless and angry.The moment Gaven sees me, something soft flickers behind his eyes. Then it disappears as quickly as it appears.“Fern,” he says quietly.I walk toward him slowly, and the room falls silent.“What happened?”

GavenWar begins the way storms do. Not with thunder but with pressure.It builds slowly for days in the form of border disturbances, missing patrols, and scouts reporting unfamiliar scents lingering too long along the ridge. Nothing decisive. Nothing official, but every wolf in Blackmoor feels it.Riddick has been restless since dawn. ‘They’re coming,’ he murmurs inside my mind.“I know,” I mutter under my breath.The war table is covered in fresh reports when Wesley storms into my office without knocking. “They moved.”I look up immediately. “How many?”“Frostveil scouts crossed the northern ridge thirty minutes ago. Twenty wolves at least.”That isn’t a scouting party. That’s a test.“Where?”“Stonepass.”Of course, it is the narrowest entry point along our northern border.“They’re testing how fast we respond,” Wesley adds.I stand. “Then let’s give them an answer.”***The forest north of Blackmoor is quiet in the way battlefields often are before blood is spilled.Our warr