Queen Of Two Packs: Broken Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Alpha Riven’s stare was fixed on Selena after he had returned to Elara’s side...as if he could drag the truth straight out of her mind.Her nose had been scrunched up like she was smelling something foul as she closed her eyes to remember every detail. "There's a certain smell..." Selena started, but shook her head almost like she was denying something only her could understand. “Start from the moment you saw her last, Selena,” Riven said. His tone was calm, but the calm was the kind that carried teeth. Her reactions were not in any way putting him at ease. Selena swallowed hard, her eyes darting between him and Elara. “She was in the garden behind the house. It was just after noon. The wards were still intact then, I checked them myself. But… something felt wrong.” She hesitated. “The air shifted. Heavily. My magic… it was muffled. That is the only way I can describe it.”“Muffled how?” Riven’s eyes narrowed.“Like someone poured thick oil over a flame,” Selena said. “I could feel

Elara should have known that it was not going to be as easy as her mother had said it. Her mother was not the one out here now. It was her. Yes, she was with Riven, but that did not mean that she could still not get hurt. Her powers apparently only showed up when she was angry and what she felt now was intense fear and anxiety for Willow's safety. Which means she was stuck!!The forest was darker than it should have been.Even with the moon sitting full and heavy above the canopy, shadows clung to every tree trunk, every rock and root. Elara felt them... She felt those shadows reach out like fingers reaching through the underbrush, brushing cold over her skin.She was silent as she walked beside Riven, but her wolf paced wildly beneath her skin. Every breath she took felt tight. Controlled. Like she was at the very edge of something she couldn’t name.Riven hadn’t said much since Selena finished the ritual and sent them off. Just a nod. A squeeze of her hand, but in true Riven fashi

The strain of her shift took everything from her, her strength, her will, everything. The only constant source of strength and warmth was Riven’s brimming hot chest as he cradled both sisters in his arms. Elara fought to stay awake, but as she opened her eyes to look up at Riven’s face, the world blurred. One moment, the cold forest air was clinging to Elara’s skin, and the next she was inside the warm walls of the mountain house. It was official, she would never get used to Riven’s ability to winnow. Riven set her down gently, but her legs shook the second her feet touched the ground, but her mother was already there, rushing forward, her hands trembling as she pulled Willow into her arms.“By the goddess!!! Willow, oh my baby.” Selena’s voice broke as she kissed her daughter’s forehead again and again, rocking her as if that alone could erase what had just happened.Elara bent down, ignoring the sharp burn of her muscles, to check Willow’s wrists. She had so much to think about b

Elara opened her mouth to argue, but Riven didn’t give her the chance. His arm stayed firm around her waist as he guided her out of the room. She was too weak to fight, too overwhelmed to speak, worst of all, the dizzying spells confused her more than anything else. Before long, the familiar haze and disorientation that came with winnowing overwhelmed her. They appeared in the mountain house, but Riven still did not put her down. When they reached her chambers, he still didn’t release her immediately. He stood there, with her in his arms, his gaze locked on hers, the silence between them thick.“You need to start training again,” he said finally, voice low but edged. “Tomorrow.”Elara frowned, tugging herself free though her body still ached for the steadiness of his hold. “Training? My sister just nearly died, and you’re talking about training?”“Yes.” His jaw tightened. “Because the next time, Lucan won’t come for her. He’ll come for you. And if you’re not ready...” His eyes darke

Elara thought she would finally rest. Her body was heavy, worn out from the ritual, from the long night, from the storm of revelations she still hadn’t sorted through. The mattress beneath her pulled her down like it wanted to keep her forever. Sleep came quick, too quick, before she even realized she’d let go.At first, it was soft.A hand brushed her cheek, gentle as a whisper. She inhaled sharply and her lungs filled with something achingly familiar...cedar, smoke, the faint trace of leather. Lucan.Her eyes flew open, but she wasn’t in the mountain house anymore. She stood in the middle of a meadow glowing with twilight, golden light spilling over the horizon. It looked like something out of a dream she once had when she still believed in happy endings. And Lucan was there, waiting, tall and handsome in the way she used to memorize, his eyes molten with the warmth she used to crave.“Elara,” he said, and her name was velvet on his tongue.Her throat locked. Her mind knew this wasn