The Alpha Expansion のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

  The Redwood Valley Pack lands were a quiet place, serene almost: beautiful forestry full of ancient redwoods to the west, central open planes of lush grass and wildflowers, and to the east an enormous salt lake that shimmered like a sapphire below a clear blue sky. It was truly idyllic. Contrary to what the humans make out in the movies, werewolves are inherently good. Alpha and Luna McGowen were strong Celtic warriors, but they ruled their pack with compassion. They never sought lands or power, simply peace. But where there is good, there must be evil, and peace is never everlasting. ********************************** It was a warm October evening, twenty years ago, and most of the Redwood Valley pack were gathered near the lake pier for a celebration of life. Alpha Patrick and Luna Fenella McGowen had had their first baby just two weeks ago; a beautiful baby girl with flaming red hair. They named her Fianna after a group of an

Tss, tss, tss! Ya! Ya! Hiiyah! *WHACK* One last powerful roundhouse kick to the stomach pad ends my sparring session with my best friend, Hannah Chan-Jones. “Moons Enola! Go easy on me!” She chuckles out, “we’re back at college tomorrow and I don’t want to be black and blue.” “Sorry Hannah, I got carried away” I say sheepishly, wincing. “I know, I know” she laughs, giving me a nudge with her elbow, “it’s that hair of yours - always so fiery.” I roll my eyes at her comment. She is right though, in fairness to her; there is nothing mild about me. I’m Enola Grey, nineteen year old daughter of Moon knows who. I’m an orphan you see – both of my parents were killed during The Expansion nearly twenty years ago, as was Hannah’s dad. We were both just babies when it happened so, sadly, we have no memories of our lost family. It’s been hard, growing up without a family, but we were taught at school why Th

By the time Hannah and I had found another parking space there was no time to drop my books off at my locker, so, they all ended up coming with me to our start of term assembly. We are late, but we manage to make it to the auditorium just in time for the beginning of our Principal, Mr Hales’ speech. Principle Hales is an older werewolf, and let’s just say the years haven’t been kind to him. He doesn’t have any Expansion battle scars like most of the Were’s of his age in our pack. No, you can tell he hasn’t got a warrior’s bone in his body. He is a pure academic, dressed head to toe in neutral coloured tweed and corduroy, with a snooty face that has been weathered over the years by nothing more than insolent students. He scowls at us as we enter the hall, an ice-cold glare. So, we creep as quietly as we can up the bleachers and find some free space in the back to sit. “Good morning, everyone,” Principle Hales begins, clasping his hands together. “I hope you have all h

After biology class finished, I let Hannah know to go on ahead to next period without me – I’m going to finally head over to my locker and drop off some of these damn books before my arms fall off from exertion. I’m moving through the halls with speed, keen to not be late to any classes on my first day. As I round the final corner, I suddenly and unexpectedly hit a solid wall, and all my books spill from my hands once again. “OH FOR THE LOVE OF THE MOON!” I shout, having had just about enough and regretting my decision to bring them all in on the first day. It seemed like a good idea at the time, as bad ideas often do. "These damn books," I mutter as I crouch down to collect them once more. I hear a chuckle above me before a deep voice as smooth as velvet chimes in the sexiest Irish accent I’ve ever heard, “we really need to stop meeting like this.” I still for a moment, eyes wide, before I dare to look up at the huge form before me which is i

“Hannah it was weird, seriously,” I tell my best friend on the drive to school the next day. “Those windows only open from the inside, and I had already locked up. It was like 10:30pm, no one else should be anywhere near the gym at that time.” “Could you have just forgotten to lock that one?” she asks. “No. Hannah, I locked them all, and besides, I felt something; it felt like I was being watched.” I try and explain again. She looks across at me, a flash of concern on her face vanishes as quickly as it came. “Well, what about Brandon Mayers? He works at the gym too, right? So doesn’t he have a key?” Hannah reasons. Brandon Mayers is the boy I share work shifts with at the gym. He is tall and ripped, of course. But like, seriously ripped; he has bigger boobs than I do. He has a mop of mahogany brown hair, light tanned skin, and deep brown eyes. He is a great fighter too and we spar sometimes if we’re at the gym together; his dad Edward is one of the ma