Survive Together の小説・ストーリー

She would survive. To be continued…

Eyes I once loved now just a reminder of the mother I lost. It was unfair to lose my parents at such a young age. Luca and the Alpha had lost both their parents too at a similar age. Werewolves were supposed to live longer. They are stronger beings. But driven by a wolf instinct there will always be the need to hunt. Survival of the fittest, and so we will always be our own enemy. Killing each other for power and pack size. I found a blush colored cotton sleep set in the drawers of my new room. It was softer than heaven against my skin. I brushed out my long hair and quickly braided it before heading downstairs.

Not sweeping speeches. But this. A spoon. A silence. A hand steady against hers. Not running. Not doubting. Just staying. Together. Even when the quiet stretched wide, they didn’t pull away. Because maybe this—this simple, living, breathing ordinary—was what survival looked like after everything. And for now, it was more than enough.

The only kind that survived everything. Even this. Even now. Even three days in hell waiting for miracle. We would survive. We would wait. We would win. Together. Always together. Forever together. No matter what came next.

Too young to have lost so much. Sabrina walked a little ways off, one arm wrapped protectively around another child, Mandy trailing behind her with the smallest one. They all looked broken—faces slack, clothes torn, shadows under their eyes that felt too heavy for anyone to carry, let alone kids. We weren’t a pack anymore. Not really. Just survivors.

“Whatever’s coming… you’re going to need each other to survive it.” He wasn’t wrong. I already did.

But healing nonetheless. Together. As partners, as parents, as people who had survived the unsurvivable and were learning to live again on the other side.

Could manage growth without sacrificing foundational values. We'd survived impossible situations repeatedly. We could survive whatever came next. Together. Always together. That was our strength. That was what would carry us through.

They were going to have their peace whether it was through surviving or dying. Then they go towards the domain of the dragon.

"And what that means. And how we—how we keep living anyway." Albert nodded. "Okay. Let's talk. Let's—let's figure this out. Together." "Together," I agreed. Because that was all we had. Each other. And against entity in our heads. Against trauma in our souls. Against impossible future— It would have to be enough. It would always have to be enough. Because giving up wasn't option. Surviving was. Always surviving. Together.