Rebellious Hearts のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

Duncan’s roar shakes the foundation of the concrete room our pack huddles in, his grief ripping through him. It was some of our Hounds that found the bodies this morning, lying there in shreds in the middle of Millennium Park. Our Hounds are just as they sound, pack members that serve as police officers and homicide detectives by day. We all have our place, a way for us to blend in seamlessly. We all hold jobs like anyone else; civil servants, politicians, physicians, CEOs, bakers and students. Unless it’s a full moon, it’s nearly impossible to know we’re anything different than humans.Duncan Henna, the Chicago Pack’s Alpha, lost his son last night. One of the bodies laid out on the cold ground, his soul sucked free by a ruthless demon. My muscles bulge against the fabric of my thermal, doing my best to hold him from charging from our pack house in South Barrington, Illinois. Even with the strength of ten of us, we’re barely restraining him. Corrine, his wife, our Luna, and a nurse,

I can’t catch my breath as I all but run from the building. My thoughts a jumbled mess. Feet nearly slipping free of my unlaced combat boots. Something Duncan has told me a number of times will land me on my ass or face. His words almost hold true tonight as I stumble through the glass doors, sucking in the night air as if my life depends on it.I just kissed a demon. Not any demon, the queen of demons. The one who stole the souls of my kind, my alpha’s son, just last night. It’s not even that I kissed our enemy. It’s not that I kissed a murderer. It’s that I liked. That my body responded so completely to her, even my panic hasn’t reduced my arousal. That I craved her like I used to crave-. My thoughts shut down, refusing to even think her name, as my knees crash into the concrete of the sidewalk beneath me.What the hell did I just do? How am I going to explain that Fallon Taylor still breathes?It’s not long before I will myself back to my feet. The drive back to my place should tak

The layers of streaked blood surrounding the entirety of the mansion is overwhelming. There’s been so much death to my kind as of late, all at the hands of demons. A war between our two species that should have died off ages ago, still rages on for no other reason than generational hate. Frankly, I’m sick of it, but the fury in my heart for the demons is stronger than my inner longing for peace between us. For us to stop wasting innocent lives, especially of the young that haven’t even had the chance to live. To love or laugh. To choose what’s most important to them. The Illucian’s were no friends of mine. DeMarcus being the shady man that he was. His wife and daughter being the two that stayed away from his dealings. And his son, Danarius, quickly following in his father’s footsteps. At seventeen he already showed a great prowess and interest in the way DeMarcus ran his underground world. One we all pretended wasn’t tied to the mob or dirty dealings with whatever species would give h