How to kill an immortal wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Seraphine’s scream ripped through the battlefield like a wound torn open in the world itself.“Lucien!”She caught him as he collapsed, his weight slamming into her arms. His blood soaked into her clothes, scorching her skin. The silver spear protruded from his chest, its tip glinting cruelly in the burning light.For a single, frozen second, everything else ceased to exist.The war.The screams.The burning sky.There was only him.His eyes were half-lidded, glassy, unfocused. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but no sound emerged. His chest did not rise.No heartbeat.“No,” she whispered, pressing her ear to his chest, her hands trembling violently as they searched for life. “No, no, no, no”Nothing.Panic clawed into her throat, choking her.She slammed her palm against his chest. “Breathe!”Nothing.Seraphine pressed her forehead to his, tears blurring her vision. She had seen death. She had caused it. She had bathed in it for most of her life.But thisThis was unbearable

Lucien Blackthorn did not sleep.He lay rigid on the stone floor of the Alpha’s chamber, staring up at the fractured ceiling, listening to the slow, traitorous rhythm of his mortal heart.Thump.Thump.Thump.Every beat reminded him of her.Every breath felt like theft.Nightfall was quiet too quiet. The war had ended, but the echoes of it lingered in the walls, in the bloodstained earth, in the hollow eyes of his pack. Victory had come at an unbearable cost.Seraphine.Gone.Not dead.Worse.He could feel it some instinct deeper than thought. A severed bond, stretched thin across impossible distances. She still existed. Somewhere beyond his reach.And it was destroying him.Lucien pushed himself upright, muscles trembling with exhaustion. His wounds had closed, but the pain lingered human pain, sharp and unrelenting. Healing took days now. Rest was no longer optional. Weakness clung to him like a curse.He welcomed it.Because it was hers.A soft disturbance rippled through the air.

The moon hung low and swollen above Nightfall, its pale light washing the battlefield in ghostly silver.Smoke curled through the ruined trees. The scent of blood and ash lay thick in the air, heavy enough to choke. Bodies wolf and human littered the ground, unmoving. The war cries had faded into distant echoes, leaving behind only the crackle of dying fires and the soft groans of the wounded.At the heart of the destruction stood the ancient stone circle.It had been hidden beneath the roots of a dead forest for centuries, protected by spells older than the packs, older than the Order itself. Now it lay exposed, its carved runes glowing faintly, pulsing in rhythm with the moon overhead.Seraphine stepped toward it.Her clothes were soaked through with blood some hers, most not. Cuts traced her arms and face, her breath came shallow, but her spine was straight. Her eyes were fixed on the runes, blazing with resolve.Behind her, Lucien struggled against the warriors holding him back.“

The world did not celebrate its survival.It held its breath.Dawn crept over Nightfall with muted colors, as if even the sun feared disturbing what had been broken. Pale gold light slipped through the shattered forest, touching scorched earth and splintered stone with hesitant fingers.Lucien stood alone at the center of the ruined circle.Three days had passed since the moon’s return, and still the pack whispered.They whispered of a sky that had gone dark.Of a woman who had stepped into death and never come back.Of an Alpha who no longer healed.Of a power that lingered in the air, thick and watchful.Lucien felt it constantly.Not as strength.As absence.Every breath reminded him that she was gone.Every heartbeat echoed too loudly in the hollow space she had left behind.He knelt, fingers brushing the fractured runes, tracing the scars she had burned into the stone. The markings pulsed faintly beneath his touch, still alive with residual magic.It should have terrified him.In

The veil tore like living flesh.A scream rippled across realities as Seraphine plunged into the deepest fracture, her body dissolving into raw light and shadow. Pain unlike anything she had ever known ripped through her essence, tearing apart the fragile structure of what she had become.Time fractured.Space twisted.For one endless moment, she was everywhere and nowhere.She saw a thousand worlds brushing against one another. Forests of glass. Oceans of flame. Cities floating in endless night. Creatures older than memory drifting between dying stars.And beneath it allThe boundary.A vast, luminous web holding existence together.It was failing.Each thread vibrated violently, straining beneath the pressure of countless realities pushing against it.Seraphine reached out.Her hands passed through.She screamed, forcing herself deeper, dissolving what remained of her physical form, becoming thought, will, purpose.I choose this.The web reacted.Light surged.Her consciousness slam