The New Moon Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

The challenge was set for the next morning and the whole of the square went quiet and the whole of the pack went home and the whole of the north stayed in the north field.I went up to the pack house and sat down in the Alpha's office with the door open and the whole of the line came in and sat down on the floor and the chairs and the windowsill.“He is a Corrigan,” June said. “He is the brother of the Gamma of the north and he is a wolf of the north and the whole of the north is behind him.”“I know who he is,” I said.“Then why did you accept the challenge?”“Because the old law says a wolf may challenge for a rank in front of the whole of the pack and if I refuse the whole of the pack is going to say the Alpha is afraid.” I put my hand on the desk. “And because the whole of the north is in the north field and the whole of the east is on the ridge road and the whole of it is going to be decided in one night and the whole of it is not going to be decided by a war.”Ruth of the Rivers

I read the wire three times.“A body,” I said. “In a green scarf.”“The wire does not say who,” the keeper of the east said. “It says the lake has been drained and the body was found in the mud and the scarf is green and the body is a woman.”I stood in the square.“My mother is buried in the churchyard in town,” I said. “I have stood at her grave a hundred times. I put flowers on it in the spring.”The keeper of the east put the wire down.“Then there is a thing the east has been keeping for a hundred years,” he said. “And the whole of it is not about your mother.”Ilse the grandmother came down off the stone and stood in front of me.“Alpha,” she said. “The lake in the east is not the lake the founders drowned the Luna in. I told you that and the whole of it was a lie. The founders drowned the Luna in the mill pond in the Palouse and she was pulled out of it and sent east and the whole of it is in my mother’s diary.” She put her hand on my arm. “The lake in the east is a different l

I read the page twice and then I read it again and then I put it down on the loading dock and put my hand over my mouth.It was my mother's hand. It was dated the twelfth of July, 1975, three weeks after Owen died, and it had never been in the journal because my mother had never put it in the journal. It had been in the box in the tunnel with the crates and the photographs and the whole of it, and Ilse had found it in the tunnel when the whole of the line went down.It said: My son is dead and the whole of it is not what they told me. The Council came to the co-op on the twenty-third of June and told me that Owen had died of a rogue attack and that the whole of it was finished and that I was to sign a paper that said the body was to be buried in a closed casket. And I signed it because I was afraid and because I had two daughters and because the whole of it was the same bargain I had made in 1953.And then it said: On the twelfth of July a wolf came to the house. He was old and he had

The field went dark and the whole of it was silent and the whole of it was cold.And then the moon came up over the ridge and the whole of the field was white and the whole of it was lit and the whole of it was the full moon.I stood in the circle with the blade in my hand and the whole of the line behind me and the whole of the Council in front of me and the whole of the north on the ground.And then the tunnel opened.It was the tunnel under the circle and the stone came up out of the ground and the whole of it was warm and the whole of it was lit and there was a stair going down.And a boy came up the stair.He was eleven years old and he had sandy hair and he was dirty and thin and he had been in the tunnel for three days and he was not crying.It was Dale's son.“Alpha,” he said. “I have been in the tunnel since Tuesday.”I went to him.“How did you get in the tunnel?” I said.“The man in the gray coat put me in it,” he said. “He said the whole of it was going to be decided at th

I stood in the doorway of the mill and looked at the old man with the gray beard and the hat and the stick.“My father died in 1969,” I said. “He died in a threshing accident on the west line and the men carried him up the road and my mother buried him in the churchyard and I was sixteen years old and I stood at the grave.”The old man looked at me.“I did not die in the threshing accident,” he said. “I was in the threshing accident and the whole of it was bad and the men carried me up the road and the whole of it was the truth. And then the Council came to the house and told your mother that I had died and the whole of it was a lie.” He put his hand on his chest. “I woke up in a room in Boise three days later and there was a wolf in a gray coat at the foot of the bed and he told me that I was dead and that I was going to stay dead and that if I ever went back to the territory the whole of the family would be taken to the room.”I stood in the doorway.“You have been alive for ten yea