The Wolf Within Her Veins のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The night pressed heavily against the stronghold walls.Elara stood at the window of her quarters, staring out at the courtyard below where torches flickered like restless spirits. Sleep had become impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the silver gaze of the hunter, heard her mother’s name spoken like a weapon.Your mother begged us to spare you.The words circled endlessly, refusing to settle.Behind her, the door opened without a knock.She turned, already knowing who it would be.Rowan entered quietly, closing the door with deliberate care. He looked exhausted, the kind of tiredness that sank into bones and stayed there. His hair was dishevelled, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and there were shadows beneath his eyes that had not been there days ago.“You should be resting,” Elara said.“So should you.”They stood in silence for a moment, the space between them filled with everything they had not yet said.Rowan moved to the window beside her, his shoulder nearly

The stronghold felt smaller with every passing hour.Elara could sense it in the way wolves moved through the corridors, their conversations dying the moment she approached. In the way eyes followed her with uncertainty that bordered on fear. The pack bond that should have connected them all hummed with discord, fracturing along invisible lines that grew wider each day.She stood in the training yard, attempting to focus on the exercises Rowan had assigned. Her body moved through the forms mechanically, but her mind was elsewhere, circling endlessly around the messenger’s words.Your mother made promises. Bound in blood.“Your stance is off.”Elara turned to find Maren approaching, the elder’s expression unreadable.“I’m distracted,” Elara admitted.“Clearly.” Maren stopped a few feet away, arms crossed. “The entire stronghold is talking about what happened at the wall.”“Let them talk.”“Talk becomes action,” Maren said quietly. “Especially when fear is involved.”Elara lowered her h

The council chamber felt like a tomb.Elara sat in a chair positioned deliberately apart from the main assembly, flanked by guards whose presence was meant to appear protective but felt more like containment. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers laced together to keep them from trembling. Every muscle in her body still hummed with residual energy from the demonstration, her power coiled tight and restless beneath her skin.Across the chamber, the council had arranged itself in their formal semicircle. Kael sat at the centre, his expression carved from righteous certainty. To his left and right, the other elders wore varying degrees of concern, calculation, and in a few cases, sympathy that would not save her.The gallery was packed. Every wolf who could claim even marginal status had crowded into the space, and those who could not fit pressed against the doorways, straining to hear.Rowan stood near the platform, positioned where he could see both Elara and the council. His jaw was ti

The hours before dawn felt both endless and too short.Elara stood in the war room, surrounded by maps and reports, watching as Rowan and his most trusted wolves planned defensive strategies with grim efficiency. Every window had been shuttered, every entrance fortified. Scouts had been dispatched to the western border to monitor approaching forces, while the pack’s fighters assembled weapons and armour with practised urgency.The message had changed everything.The Old Pact was no longer a distant threat or abstract danger. They were coming. At dawn. And they wanted her.“The western approach has three viable entry points,” Rowan said, marking positions on the map. “We fortify here, here, and here. Layered defences. If they breach the first line, we fall back to secondary positions.”One of his lieutenants frowned. “We are spreading our forces thin, Alpha.”“We have no choice,” Rowan replied. “We don’t know their numbers or capabilities. Flexibility is our only advantage.”Maren stoo

The walk back to the stronghold felt longer than the journey out.Elara moved on autopilot, her body exhausted in ways that went beyond the physical. Every step required conscious effort, as though the ground itself had grown heavier. The power that had blazed so brilliantly during the battle now simmered quietly beneath her skin, contained but not dormant, like embers waiting for the next breath of wind.Around her, the team maintained protective formation despite their own injuries and fatigue. No one spoke. The silence was heavy with the weight of what they had witnessed, what Elara had done.She had destroyed the Broken Ones.Completely.Absolutely.Without hesitation.The memory of their dissolution played repeatedly in her mind. The way they had simply ceased to exist under the force of her will. The ease with which she had unmade them.It should have felt like victory.Instead, it felt like a revelation. A glimpse of what she was truly capable of.And it terrified her.Rowan wa