MOONBOUND OATH のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

POV: LenaThe truck smelled of oil and metal, like a cave where shadows had gone to rot. Lena’s wrists were bound, but it didn’t matter. She could feel every vibration of the engine, every weight shift as the men drove deeper into the city.Her wolf pressed close, restless, sniffing the air she couldn’t trust. Danger didn’t sneak. It announced itself in tension, in the way humans moved when they knew they carried a storm in their hands. And these men? They were calm. Too calm.Her jaw tightened. Anger pooled in her stomach like venom. They think fear will bend me. She tried not to breathe too loudly, but the pulse of her heartbeat felt loud enough to shake the steel truck.Hours passed, or maybe minutes. The city was a blur of streetlights and dark alleys through the cracked windows. Her eyes didn’t follow. She didn’t flinch. She waited. The wolf inside her stayed silent but tense, a low thrum against her ribcage, warning her that power was near.The truck finally stopped. Lena was dr

POV: LenaLena’s hands shook as she paced the cold, glass-floored office. Every step echoed too loudly, each one a heartbeat of rage. Her wolf pressed tight against her nerves, restless and hungry.Rafe’s words from the truck earlier clawed at her mind: Your brother may be alive.Her stomach had turned over again and again, like she had swallowed knives. It wasn’t just disbelief this time. It was fury. How dare anyone hold this truth over her? How dare they bury it, lie, erase him, erase her?“I don’t… I don’t understand,” she spat, voice raw. The anger pushed tears she refused to let fall. “You said he’s alive, yet you” Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “You didn’t tell me! You”Rafe remained silent, calm as always, letting her storm rage. She hated him for that. Hated the way he leaned against the desk, arms crossed, expression unreadable.“You want to understand?” he asked finally, voice low. “Then look.”He gestured to the wall of monitors and the spread of holographic m

POV: LenaThe night air smelled of metal and smoke, thick with tension. Lena’s boots scraped over the wet concrete of the compound’s perimeter as she moved, senses screaming. Every shadow seemed alive, every whisper of wind a warning. Her wolf coiled beneath her skin, restless, ready.She had barely caught her breath from the fight earlier. Her muscles ached, pulse still hammering, adrenaline cutting through every nerve. But she didn’t stop. She never stopped. Not for fear, not for exhaustion. Not even for the memory of her brother burning behind her eyes.Then movement.At first, she thought it was a trick of the light a shadow shifting too fast, too deliberate. Her hand went to the blade strapped to her thigh, every muscle tensing.Not fast enough.A figure lunged from the dark, knife aimed straight for her ribs.Instinct tore her forward. She pivoted, slamming the attacker’s wrist aside, twisting the arm until the metal sang and the man hissed. Pain shot through her hands, but she

POV: LenaThe night air was thick and heavy, clinging to her skin like a wet cloth. Fog drifted low over the docks, curling around crates stacked like silent tombs. Every nerve in her body screamed instincts honed over years of hunting, surviving, bleeding and yet nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see.She crouched behind a stack of rusted containers, eyes scanning the dim floodlights. Rafe was beside her, silent, controlled, his presence a tether she didn’t want but couldn’t ignore. His wolf simmered beneath his skin, dangerous and alert.“Stay sharp,” he murmured, voice barely more than a breath, but it made her spine tighten, shoulders coil.The shipment trucks rolled in, tires crunching over gravel, engines low and humming like predators stalking prey. Workers moved in silence, dragging crates wrapped in heavy tarps. Her stomach churned. Every movement felt rehearsed, methodical. Too clean. Too cold.They approached one truck, and Rafe gestured. “That one,”

POV: LenaThe city smelled like rain and danger. Fog clung to the streetlights, curling like smoke around the corners of abandoned alleys. Lena kept moving, boots slapping the wet asphalt, eyes scanning every shadow. Her pulse thudded, relentless, wolf coiling beneath her skin, restless, hungry.She didn’t notice Mila at first. The warning came in the form of a whisper, smooth, urgent, brushing against her nerves like ice.“You’re being watched.”Lena froze mid-step. Her wolf growled low in her chest, instinct surging. Heart hammering, adrenaline spiking, she spun around. Mila’s face was pale, eyes sharp, teeth bared in a grim half-smile that didn’t reach them. Her hair plastered to her forehead from the rain, damp strands sticking like desperate fingers.“I know,” Lena said, voice tight, cutting. “I feel it. Every shadow, every corner… it’s on me.”Mila shook her head. “It’s more than that. Someone wants you gone, Lena. Not just the pack, not just the rival wolves someone’s keeping t