The Alpha's Forbidden Flame のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 66

Camille's POV The gates of Silver Creek stood open.I walked through them alone, Holden's safe-conduct clutched in my hand, my spine straight and my chin raised. Behind me, Dimitri and Maya waited at the tree line—close enough to intervene if things went wrong, far enough to respect the terms I had negotiated.This was something I needed to do myself.The wolves of Silver Creek lined the main path like an honor guard of hatred. I recognized faces—the enforcers who had dragged me before their Alpha, the women who had whispered behind my back for seven years, the children who had been taught that hybrids were monsters. They watched me pass with expressions that ranged from fear to fury to something that looked almost like shame.But no one touched me.Marcus's defection had broken something in this pack. The revelation that their leadership had been manipulated for years, that their former Alpha had been drugged into compliance, that their trusted Beta had chosen the enemy—it had shatt

Camille's POV Eleven days.The number haunted me like a death sentence. Eleven days until the Council's sixty-day evaluation period expired. Eleven days until they had legal grounds to demand my surrender—and Shadow Moon's compliance. Eleven days until every protection I had built crumbled under the weight of bureaucratic inevitability.I stopped investigating.The crypt, the empty coffin, the man without a body—all of it would have to wait. I couldn't fight an enemy I didn't understand while simultaneously battling an institution that wanted me dead. So I made the harder choice. I put aside my search for the truth and focused on survival.The war room became a courtroom. Maps were replaced by legal documents. Battle strategies gave way to procedural analysis. For three days, I read everything Shadow Moon's archives contained about Council hearings—the rules, the precedents, the documented cases of hybrids who had faced judgment.Most of them ended with execution orders.But not all.

Camille's POV The first witch arrived at dawn.She came out of the mist like a ghost—small, bent, her silver hair hidden beneath a traveling hood that had seen decades of wear. She walked through Shadow Moon's gates without asking permission, her eyes fixed straight ahead, ignoring the sentries who moved to intercept her.I watched from the main house as she crossed the courtyard. There was something in her gait—a deliberate slowness that spoke of pain carefully managed, of joints that had been broken and healed wrong, of a body that remembered violence.She stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked up at me.Her eyes were milky with age, but the intelligence behind them was sharp. Calculating. She studied me the way you might study a weapon you weren't sure was loaded."So." Her voice cracked with disuse. "You're Rose's daughter.""Yes.""You don't look like her." She climbed the steps slowly. "Rose had kind eyes. Yours are hard. Survivor's eyes.""I had a hard teacher."She pau