My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Seraphina's POVThe growl filled my chest and pushed outward like a fist opening inside my ribs.I was still holding him. My son. My boy who hadn't taken a single breath and whose skin was cooling against my chest and whose tiny fingers were curled into fists that would never open.I was holding him and the growl was getting louder and the silver light on my hands was getting brighter and the pain in my body was changing, not fading but reshaping, turning from the dull broken ache of loss into a thing sharper and hotter and harder.My skin burned. Not the way the beam had burned my palms or the way the fire had burned the air in my lungs but from the inside, like every vein in my body had filled with molten silver and it was pushing out through my pores. The light on my hands spread up my arms and across my chest and I could see it glowing through the fabric of my dress, silver-white and pulsing with my heartbeat.I laid him down and I don't know how I did it. My arms didn't want to l

Seraphina's POVI sat there in the dark and held him and I didn't cry because the crying was gone, burned out of me along with everything else, and what was left in its place had no name yet.Not anger and not grief and not the hollow ache I'd carried since Blackthorn but all of those things pressed together into a single hard point in the center of my chest that pulsed with each heartbeat and felt like it could burn through stone.I buried him at dawn, digging the hole with my bare hands behind the barn where the grass was soft and the morning light came through the trees and made long shadows on the ground.The dirt was loose and dry and it gave way easily and I dug until the hole was deep enough and laid him in it and covered him with the soft fabric Maren had bought at the market months ago, the fabric she'd left folded on my bed before I even knew what it was for.I filled the hole and pressed the dirt flat with my palms and sat there with my hands on the ground and told him I wa

Seraphina's POVI didn't speak for three days after Morwen told me the truth.I sat on the ground outside the ruined lean-to with my back against a tree and my hands in my lap and I didn't eat and I didn't sleep and I didn't move except to breathe.Morwen rebuilt her shelter around me, dragging branches and canvas from the wreckage and putting together a new lean-to ten feet from the old one. She didn't try to talk to me and she didn't ask if I was alright. She just worked.On the second day she set a cup of water next to me and said "drink" and walked away. I drank it because my body was thirsty even if the rest of me was somewhere else, somewhere deep and dark and quiet where the words were still echoing.You were never the other woman. Your sister was.On the third morning Morwen crouched in front of me and looked at my face with those bright steady eyes and said "you can sit here until you rot or you can stand up and learn how to use what's inside you. The wolf isn't going back to

Seraphina's POVI pulled the wolf back. My hand opened. Morwen dropped to the ground and rubbed her throat and looked up at me and her mouth did a thing that wasn't a smile but was close."You're ready," she said."Ready for what?""To leave." She sat down on a rock at the edge of the clearing and folded her hands in her lap. "My debt is paid. I've told you the truth and I've taught you control and you can do with both whatever you choose. But you can't stay here. I live alone for a reason.""Where am I supposed to go?""That's not my problem."I stood there and looked at her and the sun was going down and the light was gold and red through the trees and I thought about where I could go. Not Blackthorn. Not Greymist. Not any pack territory where someone might know my face and my name and my story."I'm not going back to any of them," I said."I didn't think you would.""I don't want to be Sera anymore. Sera is the girl who got her mate stolen and her baby killed and her life taken apa

Seraphina's POVI followed the boy north for two days and by the time we reached Ashfall territory I could smell it before we crossed the border. A thick rotting sweetness in the air that sat on top of every other scent and coated the inside of my nose and made my wolf pull back like a dog flinching from a flame.The settlement was worse than he'd described. The gates were open and no one was guarding them because the wolves who should have been on watch were lying on mats in the yard too weak to stand. Their skin was grey and their eyes were dull and some of them were shaking and some of them weren't moving at all.I crouched beside one of the still ones and put my hand on his chest. The wolf inside him was fading, not dying the way a fire dies but crumbling, breaking apart the way wet bread breaks apart in your hands. I pressed deeper and the crumbling had a feel to it, a flatness underneath that didn't feel like sickness at all."How long has he been like this?" I asked the healer,