My Sister's Mate Is Obsessed With Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Seraphina's POVThe pack near the western river had a wolf problem and I had a need to hit things so it worked out for both of us.Three rogues had been raiding their food stores every few nights and the Alpha was too old to chase them and his wolves were too few to fight them. I tracked the rogues to a cave in the hills and went in at dusk.The first one came at me with a blade and I caught his wrist and snapped it and the blade hit the ground. The second one tried to run and I grabbed him by the back of his neck and threw him into the wall. The third one looked at my eyes glowing silver through the mask and dropped to his knees and put his hands up."Please," he said. "We're just hungry. We weren't hurting anyone.""You were stealing from a pack that can barely feed its own pups." The glow was fading off my hands as I looked down at him and the cave smelled like sweat and old meat and fear. "If you're hungry, go to Blackthorn. I hear they're taking in anyone who needs help."The wor

Seraphina's POVHe found me again four days later.I'd taken a job tracking a pair of rogues who'd been stealing pups from a valley pack and the trail had pulled me into the hills east of where I'd been where the trees were thick and the air was cold and I was focused on the ground when his scent drifted through the branches and my wolf surged and I stopped walking.I turned my head and he was there. Forty feet back, moving through the trees parallel to me, silent as a shadow. When my eyes found him he didn't stop or look away or pretend he hadn't been following. He just kept walking at the same pace, keeping the same distance, like a wolf running alongside a hunt it hadn't been invited to."You're going to scare off my trail," I said.He said nothing. His eyes stayed on the ground ahead of him and his feet made no sound on the leaves and he kept pace with me through the trees like he'd been doing this for days and maybe he had.I found the rogues' camp an hour later in a hollow betw

Seraphina's POVI smelled the blood before I smelled him.It was on the wind blowing from the west, sharp and metallic and fresh, and under it was pine and iron and the warmth that made my wolf press forward and my feet change direction before my brain gave the order.I followed the smell through the trees and down a slope and found him in a clearing at the bottom of a gully with his back against a rock and his hand pressed against his side and blood running through his fingers.Two dead rogues were on the ground in front of him. A third was crawling toward the tree line leaving a trail of blood in the dirt. And behind the rock where Dax was sitting there was a woman holding two children against her chest with her hand over the younger one's mouth to keep him quiet.The woman saw me first. She looked at the mask and the hood and the silver light building on my hands and said "please help him. He came out of nowhere and got between us and them and they stabbed him. Please."I walked pa

Seraphina's POVHis voice changed. The steady low tone cracked and what was underneath was rough and raw."I stood in the doorway and I could smell the blood. Months old but still there in the dirt, soaked in deep. I went in and I found where it was darkest and I made myself stand there and breathe it in because I owed him that. I owed our son a father who could stand where he died and not look away."My eyes were burning and my vision was blurring and I blinked hard and the tears fell and I wiped them fast and he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the ground and his hands were hanging between his knees and his fingers were shaking."And then I walked out the back of the barn and the grave was there."He stopped. His throat worked and his jaw locked and he swallowed twice before he could keep going."Small. So small, Sera. A patch of turned earth barely two feet long with a piece of fabric tied to a stick. Blue with yellow flowers."A sound came out of me. Low and broken and I pr

Seraphina's POVShe led me to a long building where the sick wolves were lying on mats and the room smelled like sweat and fever and the sour smell of bodies fighting infection. I went to the first mat and crouched and put my hand on the wolf's forehead and he was burning up and his wolf was weak but still there, flickering like a candle in a draft."This isn't the plague," I said. "This is regular fever. Bad but treatable."Rena's face crumpled with relief and she pressed her hands over her mouth and her eyes filled up and she said "are you sure?""I'm sure. I need your kitchen and every herb you've got."I spent the rest of the day in Rena's kitchen mixing teas and tonics the way Maren had taught me. Willow bark for the fever. Chamomile for the shaking. Honey and ginger for the ones who couldn't keep food down. I crushed and boiled and strained and carried bowls to the sick room one by one and knelt beside each wolf and lifted their heads and helped them drink.Dax worked beside me