The False Luna Has My Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Marek stopped walking the moment Mira read the silver letters beneath the crescent.First witness.The color drained from his face, leaving him looking older than his years. He stared at Mira’s wrist as if it were a wound that had suddenly begun to bleed.“That was what Maera called Liora,” he whispered, his voice rough with old terror. “Never in public. Never in council.”Mira went still, the forest air suddenly too thin in her lungs.“In the hidden rite chamber,” Marek continued, “Liora was the first witness because she could sense when a wolf had been bound to the wrong human. She wasn’t Alpha. She wasn’t priestess. But when she entered a rite room, false bonds screamed.”Darius stepped closer, his presence a solid wall against the darkening trees. “Did Liora have a Moon-Witness wolf too?”“I don’t know the full truth,” Marek admitted, his gaze fixed on Mira. “But I remember Maera saying, ‘The witness line breeds eyes the moon cannot blind.’”Sickness coiled in Mira’s stomach. Her

Darius’s command was immediate and absolute.“Back to the packhouse. Now.”Tovan didn’t hesitate, sending two warriors ahead through the fast trail to scout the perimeter. Galen tucked Marek’s testimony notes securely beneath his coat, treating the paper like a weapon.Marek hesitated at the tree line, his rogue instincts screaming against returning to the den that had exiled him. But the broken chorus of warning howls changed his mind. If Maera was moving the anchored wolves, the hidden chamber would be emptied before any trial could expose it.Mira felt the open-eye mark on her wrist burn with searing heat. It wasn't Sera’s voice this time. It was pure direction. Every pulse pointed south toward the sealed passage, pulling at her blood like a hook.Darius ordered her to stay in the center of their formation.This time, Mira did not argue. Not because she wanted protection, but because reaching the packhouse alive now mattered more than proving her bravery. She was no longer just a v

The courtyard remained frozen in the silence Maera had manufactured.Cassia swayed where she stood, her face drained of color and her eyes shimmering with unshed moisture. Beneath the silver fabric of her sleeve, the hidden bracelet still smoked faintly, a damning mark of control that only a few had witnessed.Maera did not hide the evidence like a criminal.She stepped in front of Cassia with the practiced grace of a priestess shielding a wounded lamb from a storm. Her posture was protective, reverent, and entirely calculated.“The Luna candidate suffers because she has stood too close to what should have remained sealed,” Maera announced, her voice carrying the weight of sacred sorrow.She did not speak Mira’s name. She did not need to. The pack supplied it in their collective intake of breath, their gazes shifting from the smoking bracelet to the wolfless girl standing accused.Cassia lowered her head at the perfect moment. A single tear traced her cheek, catching the torchlight li

Elder Corvin’s voice echoed through the main hall, polished and deliberate.He demanded clarity before the Luna Trial could proceed.The pack stood in tense silence, eyes fixed on the dais where Cassia Ashford waited beside Maera.Mira remained near the lower steps with Nia, while Marek stood visible but restrained under Tovan’s guard.Corvin asked Darius to confirm three things publicly.Cassia must remain the official candidate. Mira must not be recognized as a claimant. And the Alpha must swear that personal feeling would not influence his judgment.The wording was careful, but the hidden demand was sharp.Denounce Mira. Distance yourself. Prove your wolf’s recognition means nothing.Mira felt the trap tighten around her throat.If Darius agreed, she would be stripped of protection before the trial even began.Maera spoke before Darius could answer, her tone soft and sorrowful.She suggested no one blamed the Alpha for being affected by strange ritual residue near old Moon Rite wou

Mira did not open the door wider.She stood behind Nia, her body tense, watching Cassia tremble in the dim hallway light. There was no silver gown tonight. No practiced Luna smile. No attendants hovering to adjust her hair or whisper reassurances.Only a pale girl with shaking hands and eyes that flickered silver at the edges.For once, Cassia looked exactly like what she was: a thief terrified of being caught.“Did Maera send you?” Mira asked, her voice low and steady.Cassia shook her head too quickly. “No. If she knew I was here, she would bind me again.”The word me landed wrong. Cassia still spoke as if the pain belonged only to her, as if Mira were merely an obstacle rather than the source of the stolen soul.Mira’s gaze hardened. “She is not binding only you.”Cassia flinched. Silver surged in her irises, bright and desperate. Sera was close to the surface, pressing against skin that was never meant to hold her.The tension in the room thickened, heavy with unspoken grief and o