Diana P. Stoneの小説

The hospital smells like antiseptic and sterilized surfacesI'm sitting on a metal chair outside Damien's room, my soaked clothes dripping water onto the floor as I stare at the wall in front of me.The nurses word's from a moment ago still ring in my head, "We can't let you in to see him yet, Luna Sabrina. Alpha Damien is still stabilizing and.... Only family can come in to see him in this state."I should have fought that. I should have screamed at the nurse, reminding her one important thing they all seem to forget in this pack, "I AM HIS FAMILY. I'M HIS WIFE!"Damien being in the wardroom is the only thing that stopped me. The noise would probably disturb him and that's the last thing I want right now. It's been some time since then and my phone has died. I didn't charge it…. I don't want to get another message. The door to the ward room opens again and I sit up, a shiver of cold running down my spine as the cold air from an air conditioner hits me.The head healer of the pack,

The rain hammers on the windows of the packhouse like it wants to break in.I’m upstairs, in the private living room of the Alpha and Luna with my knees drawn up to my chest and a blanket around me as I stare at the empty driveway.An hour has passed since Damien drove off. One full hour where I've been staring at the text message that has burned itself into my mind.Who would send something like that? And were they even referring to Damien or was I just making a fuss over nothing again?I've tried calling Damien's phone but it's gone straight to voicemail.I tried getting through to him on the mindlink but there's nothing too. The silence tells me he's shut me out completely.I've tried telling myself the text was just a prank, something a cruel pack member is probably doing to make me feel even worse today, but I don't believe it.Thea is also pacing, making my mind restless. She only does this when she senses danger. My heart feels tighter than it's ever been and I tell myself to

The rest of the pack leaves immediately we get back to the packhouse.Anger hangs heavy in the air and the worst of it is directed at me.I linger near the treeline, muttering under my breath. I know what I smelled. There was a rogue in the woods.Heavy footsteps sound all around me but I don't turn. No one’s going to be looking for me tonight.My skin prickles with goosebumps when Damien's raspy voice growls close to my ear, "You cost us the hunt tonight."The shiver that walks down my spine is uncalled for, but I take a deep breath and turn to face him. Damien's eyes are filled with a kind of disappointment I didn't see in the eyes of the other pack members. He looks annoyed and angry, but he was there wasn't he? He was there when they all started dismissing my signals and doing what they wanted.My jaw clenches stubbornly and I stand my ground, "I smelled a rogue in the woods.Garrick lied about not getting anything. If I'd just followed the scent I tracked...""The objective of

"Luna Sabrina, Alpha Damien and the rest of the pack are waiting for you outside."I nod to the maid and slip into my running clothes before making my way downstairs.Tonight is a pack run. Pack runs are simple and they usually help me get my mind off everything.With tensions running high because of the recent rogue attacks, I suggested we do them more than usual and now the pack has taken to going on runs every other day.For every other pack member, it's optional for them to participate in the pack runs, but for the Alpha and Luna, going on a pack run is compulsory.I stand at the edge of the clearing, my pants and top hugging my body tightly as I stare at the slight fog weaving through the trees.Damien's voice booms through the air as he addresses the small crowd, "The aim of the run tonight is simple. Hunt!We're going to track a deer, bring the meat back, and gather under the night sky where we'll have dinner together, as a pack!"Loud cheers ring out immediately from the pack

Sabrina’s POV.My husband's smile died the day my sister did and sometimes, I think he buried me along with her."Good morning, Damien. Happy anniversary!"Damien sits at the head of the dining table with the pack’s daily newspaper in his hands. I place his breakfast in front of him as I speak, but there's no response. It's like he can't see me.The only other chair in the room isn't beside his the way a married couple's would usually be. It never is. My chair is at the other end of the table.I lower myself into my seat slowly and try not to feel hurt, but I fail. Today is our second marriage anniversary and my husband isn't looking at me.I'm reaching for a fork when Damien finally lifts his gaze, but he doesn't direct it at me. He looks past me."You're late," he says flatly.Anyone else would think he was really looking at something behind me but I know better. Damien Prince, Alpha of the Silverstone pack, just doesn't want to look at me. The sight of me disgusts him.I glance