His Regret,Her Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 53

I didn't take Cora to the pack house immediately. She was too weak, too scared, flinching at every sound and every shadow. She hadn't eaten in days and hadn't slept in longer, and the look in her eyes—the hollow, hunted look—told me she had been running from something terrible for a very long time. So I took her to the old hunting cabin at the edge of the territory. It wasn't much, just a single room with a dusty fireplace and a bed that hadn't been used in years, but it was warm and it was safe and it was far enough from the pack house that Cora could breathe without looking over her shoulder every few seconds. I brought her food, bread and cheese and a flask of water, and she ate like a wild animal, fast and desperate, her eyes darting to the door every few bites like she expected someone to burst through it at any moment. She drank the water in three long swallows, and then she sat on the floor in the corner with her knees drawn up to her chest and her back pressed against t

Ziki's dream stayed with me through the night. I lay in bed with my eyes open, watching the shadows shift across the ceiling, my mind circling the same questions over and over. The creature was bound for my lifetime, but the binding would break when I died. My son carried the same blood I did, the same power, the same mark. And the creature had already found him once, in his dreams, in his drawings, in the words He visits me scrawled in a child's handwriting. What if the binding wasn't enough? What if Ziki was the key, the heir, the one the creature truly wanted? I got up before dawn and walked to his room, standing in the doorway while the pale morning light crept across his bed. He was asleep, the stuffed wolf clutched against his chest, his small face peaceful. I watched him breathe for a long time, then made a silent promise. I would protect him, no matter the cost. --- Training that morning was useless. I sat in the clearing with Iris, my eyes closed, my breath slow,