Donavon's lost Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chapter 41Donavon’s POV The rogue wolves shifted into their forms, their growls echoing through the night air. The tension was palpable, a storm waiting to break. I could feel the pack’s unease behind me, but I stood firm, my gaze locked on the leader of the rogue group. He grinned, sharp teeth flashing in the moonlight. “You’re outnumbered, Donavon. This is our land now.” I could feel the pack members’ fear, but I would not let them see it. My claws extended, my wolf’s power rising within me. I was Alpha, and no one—not even these rogues—was going to take what was mine. The rogue leader lunged first, and in an instant, I was on him, my claws sinking into his fur. He retaliated with a vicious swipe, but I dodged, spinning to land a blow to his side. The fight erupted around us, snarls and the sound of claws scraping against the earth filling the air. My pack fought back with everything they had, but the rogues were relentless. Zuri, standing beside me, was a force to be r

Chapter 43*Zuri's POV* The forest was quieter than it had been in days. The rogues were gone, but their presence lingered like a bitter aftertaste in the air. My heart ached for the ones we’d lost and for the ones who’d barely made it through. It wasn’t just their injuries that weighed on me—it was the tension simmering beneath the surface, threatening to break us all. I stood at the edge of the pack’s territory, the wind carrying faint traces of blood and ash. This wasn’t peace; it was a fragile silence, ready to shatter at the slightest provocation. My fingers tightened around the edges of my cloak as I stared into the distance, wishing for clarity that wouldn’t come. The sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. Donavon’s presence was as unmistakable as the heat that surged through me whenever he was near. “You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said, his voice rough, the strain of the last battle evident in his tone.

Chapter 45*Zuri’s POV* The early morning air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of the forest as I walked toward the training grounds. Despite the lingering fatigue from the past weeks, I was determined to push through. There was no room for hesitation anymore, not with everything at stake. The grounds were already bustling with activity. Warriors sparred in pairs, their grunts and the clash of blades filling the space. Others practiced shifting, their wolves darting through obstacle courses with precision. The sight was inspiring, a reminder of the pack’s resilience. I stopped at the edge of the clearing, watching as the younger recruits worked tirelessly to perfect their skills. Their dedication fueled something deep within me—a quiet determination to become more than a bystander in my own story. “Impressive, isn’t it?” a familiar voice said, breaking my focus. I turned to find Lena, the pack’s lead strategist, standing beside me. Her sharp features softened by a rare s

Chapter 47*Zuri’s POV* The morning light streamed through the forest, casting golden rays over the pack grounds. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. I stood by the training grounds, observing the warriors as they sparred. Their movements were fluid, a synchronized dance of power and precision. Since the attack by the rogues, the pack had been on edge. Everyone seemed to be working twice as hard to strengthen our defenses. The scars of that night lingered—not just on the buildings and the land but in the hearts of everyone who had fought to protect what we held dear. "You're up early," Lena’s voice broke through my thoughts. She approached with her usual energy, her auburn hair tied back in a loose braid. "I couldn't sleep," I admitted, my gaze fixed on the warriors. "Too much on my mind." Lena sighed, standing beside me. "It's understandable. You’ve been through a lot, Zuri. We all have. But you’re stronger than you think." Her words were meant

Chapter 49Zuri's POVThe next morning, the air was thick with tension. Whispers about the rogue sightings spread like wildfire, and the pack house buzzed with unease. Every face I passed bore the same look of concern, the same question unspoken: *How much longer until they attack again?* Hart met me in the kitchen, where I was absently stirring a cup of tea. His usual calm demeanor was replaced by a rare edge of urgency. “You heard about the sighting?” he asked, leaning against the counter. “Everyone’s talking about it,” I replied, taking a sip. “Do we know how many there were?” “Not yet. Donavon’s sent scouts to investigate.” Hart studied me for a moment. “You’re worried.” “Of course I’m worried,” I said, setting the cup down. “The last attack was too close. If they come again, I’m not sure we’ll be ready.” Hart’s hand rested briefly on my shoulder. “We’ll manage. We always do.” His reassurance was comforting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this time was differe