Dear Alpha, I’m Far Gone のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

 Calista's POV We left at dawn. The entire army moved like a river through the forest. Thousands of feet marching in rhythm. Armor clinking. Weapons rattling. The sound was both terrifying and beautiful. A promise of what was coming. I rode beside Zevran at the front. My horse was steady beneath me. A gray mare with kind eyes. She seemed to sense my nerves and moved carefully. Like she understood what we were riding toward. Zevran sat tall in his saddle. Every inch a king. His jaw was set. His eyes focused on the road ahead. But his hand kept drifting to the sword at his hip. A nervous gesture he probably did not realize he was making. I reached over. Touched his arm. He looked at me and some of the tension left his face. "You should be in the back." He said it quietly. "Where is it? After." "We already had this argument." I squeezed his arm. "I

  Calista's POV The chanting wrapped around me like chains and I could barely breathe. Twelve Council members stood in a perfect circle. Their voices rose and fell in unison. Speaking words that felt older than time. Words that made my skin crawl and my wolf recoil deep inside me. The chamber was massive. Carved from stone that looked black in the flickering torchlight. Symbols covered every surface. Old. Ancient. Wrong. In the center of their circle sat an altar. Not stone. Not wood. Something else. Something dark red. Almost black. It looked wet. Like it was bleeding. My stomach turned. I knew what I was looking at. Blood. Centuries of blood soaked into whatever material made that altar. Generations of sacrifice. Of death. Of forbidden things done in the name of power. But it was what lay on the altar that made me scream. Bodies. T

  Zevran's POV Pain exploded through my chest and I knew the curse was back. Not gone. Never gone. Just dormant. Waiting. And now it flared to life with a vengeance that made my vision go white. I hit the pillar hard. Slumped. Tried to breathe through the agony tearing through my veins. The creature Morwen created was going to kill Calista. I could see it. Could see her exhausted. Bleeding. Running on nothing but rage and desperation. She could not win this fight. Not alone. Not in her condition. But I could not help. Could barely move. My body refused to cooperate. Refused to do what I commanded. Then the curse pulsed. Sent another wave of pain through me. But with the pain came something else. Power. Raw. Vicious. Uncontrolled. The same dark energy that nearly killed me before. That Calista saved me from. And suddenly I understood.

  Calista's POV Morwen's hand crushed my throat and I could not breathe. My vision tunneled. Black spots multiplied. My lungs burned. I clawed at her fingers but they were like iron. Unbreakable. Unyielding. Behind her, I saw Zevran trying to stand. Failing. Collapsing. The cure saved his life but left him weak. Too weak to help. Too weak to reach me in time. This was it. After everything. After fighting so hard. After saving him. I was going to die anyway. No. The thought came sharp and fierce. No, I refused. Refused to let it end like this. Refused to give Morwen the satisfaction. I survived too much. Fought too hard. Lost too many people. I would not add myself to that list. Deep inside something stirred. Not power. I had used all of that. But will. Pure stubborn refusal to quit. It burned like a flame. Small. But growing.

  Calista's POV My world stopped moving. Zevran was alive. Breathing. Awake. Looking at me with those green eyes full of love and life and everything I thought I lost. The curse was broken. The damage healed. He was here. Really here. And nothing else mattered. Not Morwen's final words. Not the battles we fought. Not even the exhaustion is pulling at every part of me. Just him. Just this moment. Just us. "I thought I lost you." My voice broke. "When your heart stopped. When the curse took you. I thought that was it. Thought I was too late." "You were not too late." He sat up slowly. Pulled me against him. "You saved me. Again. You keep saving me." "Someone has to." I buried my face in his chest. Listened to his heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Perfect. "You have a terrible habit of almost dying." He laughed. The sound