Stormfang Pack: Human Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The packhouse was never truly quiet.Even at night, footsteps padded along the corridors. Doors creaked on their hinges as warriors entered and left chambers. From the walls came the faint growls of patrols, carried on the night wind like distant thunder. Somewhere, far below, a servant laughed softly, quickly hushed.But Bella had learned where the silence hid.The courtyard garden was different at night. It was tucked behind the eastern wing of the keep, walled on all sides, reached only by a narrow door. Few wolves bothered with it; flowers held little meaning for them when blood and steel defined their world.For Bella, it was the only place she could breathe.She slipped through the narrow archway now, her bare feet whispering over the gravel path. The air was sharp and cold, biting against her skin, but she welcomed it. It cut through the heaviness that had weighed on her since the moment she entered Stormfang lands.Torches guttered along the high stone walls, their flames figh

The warriors’ hall still hummed with the echoes of last night’s feast. The scent of spiced wine clung to the air, mingling with smoke from the torches that burned along the walls. Wolves lingered in clusters at the long tables, their laughter sharp, their voices carrying easily across the stone chamber.Bella entered quietly, her steps light on the flagstones. She had been summoned—not by Lucian directly, but by a servant whose expression made clear this was not a request. Her plain dress, freshly laundered, still carried the faint stain of wine that hadn’t quite washed out. She smoothed it with trembling hands, her gray-green eyes steady despite the tension in her chest.The moment she appeared, conversation faltered. Dozens of eyes turned toward her. Wolves smirked, some openly laughing, the sound like knives scraping bone.At the head table, Lucian sat in his usual place of command. He wore black trimmed with silver, his raven hair gleaming in the firelight, his scar sharp against

The night was too quiet.Lucian sat alone in his chambers, the fire in the hearth burned low to embers, shadows crawling across the stone walls. A half-empty bottle of dark liquor sat on the table beside him, the scent of smoke and spirits thick in the air.He tipped the glass back, swallowing the burn, but it did nothing to silence the pounding in his chest.Her scent still clung to him.Bella.The faint trace of wildflowers, of fresh rain on earth, of something unbearably human yet sharp enough to cut through his defenses. He had caught it in the courtyard when the rogue lunged, carried on her ragged breath as she stood trembling but unyielding before a beast that should have ripped her apart.Lucian’s jaw clenched. His wolf prowled restlessly beneath his skin, pacing, snarling, refusing to be silenced.Mate.The word echoed like thunder inside his skull.“No.” Lucian’s growl rumbled into the empty chamber, harsh and low. His scar pulled taut as his jaw tightened, his silver eyes fl

The corridors of Stormfang Packhouse were quiet after dusk.Most of the warriors had retired to their dens, their laughter and growls fading into the distance. Torches burned low in the sconces, the shadows long and heavy across the stone walls. Bella carried a basin of water in her arms, her body still sore from her clumsy attempt with the practice sword earlier that day. Every step made her arms ache, but she refused to ask for help.When she rounded the corner, she froze.Kael Draven stood in the hallway, his broad shoulders leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His storm-gray eyes fixed on her at once, sharp and unreadable.“Human,” he said flatly.Bella’s grip tightened on the basin. “Luna,” she corrected quietly, her chin lifting.Kael’s brow twitched. Not quite surprise, not quite amusement, but something close. He pushed off the wall, his boots echoing against the stone as he stepped closer.“Why?” His voice was low, rough, each word deliberate. “Why do you en

The alarm bells rang through Stormfang lands, sharp and sudden as a blade.The copper clang echoed from the watchtower above, splitting the stillness of dusk into chaos. Bella startled, nearly dropping the bundle of bandages she carried for the omegas. Her gray-green eyes darted upward, catching the frantic swing of the bell in the tower, the guards shouting over its shrill cry.Then the first howl rose.It was not a warning howl, not a patrol call. It was the sound of wolves answering danger. Fierce. Urgent.“Rogues!” a voice bellowed from the wall.The world shattered.Wolves poured from the barracks, some half-shifted as they ran, their bodies lengthening, their voices turning to growls. The ground shook with the thunder of their boots. Weapons gleamed as steel was pulled from sheaths, the air filling with the sound of snarls.Bella pressed herself against the stone wall, her heart hammering so hard she could barely breathe. Her bandages tumbled from her arms, scattering across the