Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"This isn't justice," Ronan said, his voice rising despite Sarah's warning look. "This is murder. Cold-blooded assassination of kids who probably don't even know why our packs hate each other.""Watch your tone, boy." Elder Marcus's eyes flashed gold with his wolf. "You're speaking about pack security to wolves who've bled for this territory.""I'm speaking about right and wrong to wolves who've forgotten the difference."The silence that followed was deafening. Ronan could hear his own heartbeat, could smell the spike of aggression from every council member. He'd crossed a line, but there was no going back now.Marcus slowly rose from his chair, every inch the dominant Alpha. When he spoke, his voice was soft as silk and twice as dangerous."You think I've forgotten the difference between right and wrong?"Ronan's wolf whimpered, recognizing the threat in his father's tone. Every instinct screamed at him to submit, to bare his throat and apologize. But his mother's voice whispered in

An hour later, Maria Capulet knocked softly on her daughter's door. "Mija? May I come in?"Juliana had retreated to her window seat, staring out at the garden where peacocks wandered freely—beautiful, pampered, and completely contained. She didn't look up as her mother entered."I brought tea." Maria set a silver tray on the side table and settled into the reading chair across from her daughter. "And maybe some perspective.""Did you know?" Juliana's voice was barely above a whisper. "About Lorenzo?""Your father's been negotiating for months. I hoped... I hoped you might show interest in someone else first. Force his hand."Now Juliana did look up, studying her mother's face. Maria Capulet was still beautiful at forty-two, with the same dark hair and blue eyes as her daughter. But there was something defeated in her posture, something that spoke of dreams deferred too long."Is this how it happened with you and Papa?"Maria's laugh held no humor. "Worse. I had twenty-four hours' noti

Seven days later, Juliana Capulet stood in the departure lounge of San Francisco International Airport with a fake ID, her grandmother's emergency credit card, and a one-way ticket to Paris clutched in her trembling hands.This is insane. This is completely insane.But so was spending the rest of her life married to a stranger because her father thought it was "for her own good."The plan had been months in the making, crafted in the quiet hours between supervised activities and family obligations. A fake identity courtesy of a very expensive forger who specialized in helping supernatural youth escape family drama. A carefully researched route that would make her nearly impossible to track. Most importantly, a clear understanding that once she walked onto that plane, there would be no going back.The boarding announcement for Air France Flight 83 echoed through the terminal. Juliana closed her eyes and pictured her mother's face when she'd said those fateful words: I would run as far

The pack meeting that evening was held in the community center—a generous name for the converted barn that served as their gathering place. Thirty-seven wolves comprised the Moorland pack, making them one of the smallest autonomous territories in Montana. Everyone sat in a rough circle, the hierarchy clearly visible in posture and positioning.Otto took his usual spot near the back, close enough to hear everything but far enough to avoid drawing attention. As the only Omega in a pack that desperately needed fighters, he'd learned early that his contributions were tolerated rather than welcomed."Border situation is escalating," James announced, his Alpha presence commanding immediate attention. "Blackwood scouts have been spotted three times this week. They're testing our response times."Worried murmurs rippled through the gathered wolves. The Blackwood pack controlled territory to the east and had been expanding aggressively for years. Their Alpha made no secret of his belief that s

The confrontation Otto had dreaded came two days before his departure for Moonrise Academy.It started with patrol reports of Blackwood wolves crossing into Moorland territory near the disputed Copper Creek area. Not scouts this time—a full hunting party of eight wolves moving with the confidence of pack members who believed they had every right to be there.The Moorland response team consisted of twelve wolves, led by James himself. Otto wasn't supposed to be there, but when the emergency call went out, he'd followed at a distance, his Omega instincts screaming that violence was about to destroy everything his family had built.He arrived at Copper Creek to find two packs facing off across the water, thirty feet of rushing mountain stream and centuries of territorial law between them. The tension was so thick he could taste it—predatory focus and barely contained aggression radiating from both sides."Alpha Blackwood." James's voice carried across the clearing with formal authority.