THE SPARE LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Three months had passed since Derek was born.Our life had settled into a quiet routine. The shelter was bigger now, stronger than before, and hidden well between the trees. Lydia had reinforced the walls, Mara kept the place warm and clean, and I spent most of my time with Derek.He was growing quickly.That evening, I sat beside the small fire with Derek in my arms. He had just finished feeding and was slowly falling asleep.“You are fighting sleep again,” I whispered.His tiny hand moved against my chest. I smiled. “You are stubborn.”Mara laughed from across the room. “He gets that from you.”“Definitely not.”Lydia walked in carrying a bundle of wood. “Both of you are stubborn.”I looked at her. “You are just jealous because nobody said you were stubborn.”She dropped the wood beside the wall. “I don’t need anyone to say it. I already know.”We laughed. For a moment, everything felt normal.Then I heard something outside. I stopped smiling.“What is it?” Mara asked.I listened ca

“We’ve found what they were looking for. An Alpha blood.”My heart stopped.Derek.They were talking about my son.I turned toward Lydia. She had heard it too. Mara stood behind us, her face pale.“They know,” Lydia whispered.“Not everything,” I said. “They know he carries Alpha blood. They don’t know whose blood it is.”Soren and the others started walking back toward the shelter.“We need to move,” Lydia said.“Now.”Mara immediately went to our sleeping area and began gathering Derek’s clothes, blankets, food, and the few things we owned.I held Derek tightly against my chest. Lydia grabbed her knife. “Malia, if they try to take him, don’t wait for me, keep going.”The footsteps came closer. I looked through the opening. Five shadows moved between the trees.“They’re coming back,” I whispered.Mara returned with a small bag. “I’m ready.”“Good.”Lydia looked at the shelter entrance. “They probably still thinks we’re asleep.”I nodded. That gave us a chance. But I knew we could no

Someone, or something, was living here.I stood still, holding Derek close. Lydia stepped beside me. “Should we leave?”“I don’t know.”Mara looked around. “We cannot stay outside. It’ll be dark soon. We are exposed.”I looked at the abandoned cabins. Nothing moved. “Let’s check the place first.”We moved carefully through the settlement. Broken wooden houses stood between the trees. Some roofs had collapsed, while others were covered with vines. Old tools lay in the dirt, and I saw the remains of a stone fire pit.“Wolves really lived here,” Lydia whispered.“Years ago,” I said.Mara pointed toward another cabin. “Look.”I followed her finger. Scratches covered the door, but they were old. There were no fresh footprints around it.We checked every cabin we could find.Nothing. No wolves. No voices. No movement.Still, I could not relax.“Maybe the smoke came from somewhere else,” Mara said.“Maybe,” Lydia replied.We continued deeper into the settlement until we found a small cabin h

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the three claw marks on the door. They were fresh. Someone had made them just before we arrived. I kept Derek close to me while Lydia and Mara slept. I listened to every sound outside the cabin. A branch breaking. Leaves moving. The wind passing through the trees. Each sound made me reach for the knife beside me. But nothing happened. When morning finally came, I was still awake. Lydia was the first to notice. “You didn’t sleep, did you?” I shook my head. “Not really.” Mara sat up. “Because of the marks?” I nodded. “Come and look at them again.” We stepped outside together. The marks were still there. Lydia ran her fingers near them without touching the cuts. “These really aren’t Redfang.” “I know.” Mara leaned closer. “They are deeper.” “And wider,” Lydia added. I looked around the settlement. “Someone might be watching us.” “Maybe,” Lydia said. “Not maybe. Whoever did this knew exactly where we were.” Ma

Blackridge had changed since Aria lost the baby. The castle that had once been filled with preparations for a celebration was now painfully quiet. The nursery remained untouched. Tiny clothes still lay folded inside drawers. The empty cradle stood beside the window, reminding everyone of what had been lost. Aria had barely left her room. She was alive, but she was weak. Her body had suffered badly during the pregnancy and birth. Some mornings she could barely sit up without help. Deucalion stayed beside her whenever he could. One evening, he sat near her bed while she slept. His mother stood in the doorway, watching him. “We need to talk,” the Luna said. Deucalion looked up. “About what?” She entered slowly and closed the door. “About the future of Blackridge.” His expression hardened. “Not tonight and why are you always the one carrying this matter seriously. Can't you just be like dad?” “It has to be tonight and your father is not around. That's why you think you can be th