Throne of Wolves 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Claire’s POVIt’s been a calm past few days. Martin has kept me company and tried to keep my mind off of everything. He’s kept me occupied so I can’t think about anything—not the stress of my family, not Tara, and not the prophecy half of me pleads to know.The border scare was a false alarm and it was just a young wolf who wandered too far from their own pack. What if it had been Tara? Would he have really killed her? What if she does come back?Today is the day my parents move into their new home….finally away from me. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to try to make amends for what happened the other day. I don’t want them to be my enemies; I’m tired of the hatred I have for them. I need to do this to get past it. Martin, of course, won’t like it and will beg me not to go talk to them. But I have to.I slip out from under his arm and pick up a T-shirt he left on the ground from last night. I take it in my hands and throw it over my messy silver hair till it covers me down to my thighs

Claire’s POVWe hear a loud sound to the left and both turn our heads. A moving truck is pulling out of my parents’ driveway, my family nowhere in sight.Unconsciously, I walk over to my yard. Lena follows slowly behind me. The front door swings open, and I glance into the empty space.The memories in this house fill my head. From the time I was young, Bervely and I playing together when she didn’t despise me. Memories of my family yelling at me for not being good enough, being the weak creature I am, or me simply being near them. But also the memory of Martin kissing me for the first time on this porch, the dinner we had together, and the time he saw me in hardly anything through my window the day he got here. My heart races at the thought, and I find it hard to hate this house.I take one walk through the house, remembering and letting go…I deserve closure. I trail the steps up to my room, the place I found shelter and comfort. It’s mostly empty. My bed is missing, and some of my cl

Claire’s POVThe drive is nice and calm, the windows are rolled down, and the fresh air is nice. School goes by in a blur, the whispers have lessened, but still people are on edge. I’m a little nervous to meet Martin’s father…from what I’ve heard I should be. I hope he likes me and that the weak link rumor hasn’t spread to him…the hell it would be.Bryat is right where I left him this morning, back to pick me up. Only now Lena is with him. She waves at me from the open car window, hair not its usual frizzy waves but straight and sleekly golden. Her eyes are lined with golden eye shadows, brown liner, and a thick layer of mascara, making her look absolutely stunning. Her smile glows against the red lipstick. Compared to her, I look like a mess. I’m actually slightly intimidated.I smile and wave, climbing into the back. I look at their outfits. Bryat is wearing dress pants and a collared white button-up, his lean arms tightly wrapped in the material. Lena is in a short satin dress; the

Claire’s POVPulling up to the restaurant, it’s small but fancy. It’s just outside the pack forest, but that doesn’t keep the humans away. We get out, and Martin takes my hand as we walk up, Bryat and Lena trailing behind us.He opens the door for us, and the minute I step inside, my heart pounds. I look around for his father. The group of alphas isn’t hard to spot—the men all tower over the humans walking around them. They sit down, but I can still see their muscular bodies and fierce faces, dark eyes scanning the area.I see four men. Automatically, I try to pick out which one is Martin’s brother and father. My eyes land on a broad-shouldered older man, his dark hair streaked with silver. His eyes are blue, unlike Martin’s, but his sharp jaw and deep scowl immediately tell me this is his father. He looks far more intimidating than I expected. I remember the first time I met Martin—his hard face and deep stare scared me… maybe his father is soft on the inside like Martin.The man sit

Claire’s POVThe sky was dark and dull, gray clouds sweeping across the open, starless expanse. The air was thick and damp, sending a chill down my spine. The woods around me were deathly quiet. I stood in the furthest field of the pack territory, yet I felt strangely… strong, almost radiant. I looked down at my skin and it seemed to shimmer, capturing a hidden sun within me.I startled when I saw my parents, frozen in fear. My mother knelt, hands folded, while my father crouched protectively beside her. Their eyes were hypnotized, staring at the full glowing moon as it peeked from behind the clouds. With each passing second, it grew larger, pulsing like a heartbeat, a voice of anger in its glow.Then I saw her—Tara. She stood at the edge of the tree line in her wolf form, growling, teeth bared, eyes burning with pure hatred. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn’t form. I struggled to my feet, panicked.Behind her, more wolves appeared, as if she commanded them. They all howled at o