Stormfang Pack: Human Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The fog clung heavy over the valley that morning, curling between the trees like pale fingers. Bella Hart sat stiffly at the table, her hands folded tight in her lap to stop their trembling. The debt notice still lay before her, its crimson seal cracked open like a wound that could never be mended.She hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw silver eyes in the dark—cold, unyielding, stripping her bare with a single glance.The world outside seemed cruelly normal. A truck rumbled distantly along the trade road. A neighbor’s dog barked. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled their dawn call, a sound that once made her shiver but now only made her stomach turn.Humans and wolves lived side by side in Stormfang territory. She had grown up watching warriors patrol the markets, their broad shoulders marked with the pack’s silver insignia, their presence both a shield and a threat. Wolves could shift freely, their howls echoing in the night sky while humans locked their doors

The first morning in Stormfang Packhouse was colder than Bella expected.Not the temperature—though the stone corridors carried drafts that slipped under her borrowed gown—but the air itself. It was the stares, the whispers, the invisible weight pressing down with every step she took.Wolves filled the halls in their finery, warriors and attendants moving with effortless confidence. They carried themselves with the kind of grace that came from power thrumming beneath their skin, every gesture sharp, every step purposeful.And then there was Bella.Her human heartbeat felt too loud in her chest, too fragile against the echo of their strength. As she walked down the corridor, the sound of murmurs rose behind her like the hiss of snakes.“Fragile.” “Unworthy.” “Human toy.”Her cheeks burned, but she kept her chin high, her gray-green eyes fixed ahead. She would not let them see her falter. Not here. Not in his house.The corridor opened into the main hall, a cavernous space with vaulte

The packhouse was never silent.Even at night, footsteps echoed in the stone corridors, warriors patrolled the outer walls, and the distant howls of wolves split the air like thunder. Bella had learned quickly that she would never know peace within these walls—not the kind of peace her little cottage once gave, with its soft creak of wood and the faint scent of sawdust lingering in the rafters.Here, everything smelled of wolves. Musk, smoke, iron. It pressed into her lungs with every breath, reminding her that she didn’t belong.And yet, as she walked carefully through one of the narrower halls that afternoon, she found silence of a different kind.The training yard stretched beyond a low arch, the smell of sweat and blood sharp on the air. Wolves sparred there daily, their growls and shouts echoing through the stone like a hymn of violence. Today, though, it wasn’t the warriors who caught Bella’s attention.It was the omegas.They sat in the shadows at the edge of the yard, small an

The packhouse garden was beautiful in a way that felt almost cruel.Moonlight spilled across the stone paths, glimmering on the dew that clung to silverleaf bushes and flowering vines. White roses curled along the trellis, their scent delicate, carried on the night breeze. Bella walked slowly, her hands clasped before her, trying to breathe in the calm.It was the first quiet she had found in days.Within the walls of Stormfang, there was never peace—only laughter that mocked, stares that stripped her bare, and Lucian’s silence pressing against her chest like iron chains. Here, among the roses, she could almost pretend she was anywhere else.Almost.The crunch of footsteps on the gravel snapped her from her thoughts. Bella turned, her chest tightening.Lilith Duskbane.She glided down the path like a queen in crimson silk, her dark hair cascading in waves, her icy blue eyes gleaming beneath the moonlight. She was stunning—every line of her body perfect, every step graceful. Bella felt

The training grounds rang with the sounds of steel and growls.Every morning, Stormfang warriors clashed in the yard—a brutal dance of muscle and fury beneath the gray sky. Swords struck shields, bodies slammed into the packed earth, shouts and snarls rising in the cold air. Wolves thrived on it, their bloodlust sharpened with every blow.Bella lingered at the edge of the yard, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She hadn’t meant to come. She had only been walking the packhouse’s outer corridors when the noise had drawn her closer. Now she stood in the shadows near the archway, watching the clash of men and women stronger than any human could ever hope to be.Her gray-green eyes darted from fighter to fighter. Their movements were fast, vicious, terrifying—and yet graceful, too, like predators locked in an endless test of dominance. She felt small and breakable just standing there, but she couldn’t look away.A small sound cut through the chaos.A whimper.Bella’s head snapped