Crossing The Line With My Hockey Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

ElizabethIt’s Phillip they’re talking about but they don’t know him. He’s meddling too close, taking too many risks, making moves that are bold and stupid in equal measure. I just had to be in love with a crazy determined wolf, didn’t I? Oh goddess, what do I do? How do I stop this? How do I protect him without touching him? Phillip, why do you have to be so proud and reckless? I had to think. Think, Elizabeth. Think.I backed against the wall of this big and empty room, listening in on a plot to capture who they called a ‘pest’, threatening the integrity of their plans more than he knew. The East Ridge base had been infiltrated and some logbooks are missing. It must be the same wolf who was attacked just beyond the East border. He had escaped their grasp twice, but there wouldn’t be a third. Who did I know had been attacked at the East border, had been stalked and attacked at least twice and definitely would be dauntless enough to infiltrate a patrol base and steal logbooks?I d

ElizabethAfter leaving the Hart mansion, I went straight to the pack library to get the maps of the territory. They were old ridge charts - hand-drawn overlays, outdated patrol marking, marginal notes written by wolves long dead or retired.I paced in my room, beads of sweat trailing down my face as the night grew thicker. I had been staring at the maps spread out on my bed for hours and still hadn’t seen the blind spot they talked about in their plan to catch Phillip.I was so anxious I began to question everything; what was I doing? Did I even know how to read maps? Should I just give up and let Dawn run into the darkness in search of Phillip? If he was walking into the last night of his life, at least we would die together.I didn’t know Phillip’s plan. I didn’t know when he was going to set out on his mission. But every time Dawn roused within me, I knew it was a sign that he was closer to danger. “Phillip please. Slow down.” I said, as if he could hear me.I was losing my mind,

ElizabethThe snow fell lightly this evening, gradually re-padding the grounds as it mounted on every street, vehicle, roof and window. I hadn’t left my house in two days.I sat at the head of my bed, knees bent under my blanket, staring out at the white scene. The snow wasn’t just another part of nature, for wolves, it was part of us. We belonged to it, we came from it, under the watch of the lunar goddess that gave and guided each wolf. We look inwards to find our truth and our purpose, and as long as we don’t deviate from who we are, our wolf thrives. But here I sat, gazing at the pure snow that never needed to be anything but itself, no matter what. And all I could think of was how much I was losing myself, chasing down something bigger than me, something that may end the very thing that kept my heart beating.. I was chasing down something that would give me permanent freedom, and losing bits of me in the process. And I didn’t want to admit it, but I could no longer deny it. Daw

ElizabethThe Midwinter Oath was a seasonal pack function where the Elders, Councilmen, and other prominent families reaffirm loyalty to the Alpha. Young wolves of status are also presented as future leaders, mates or assets. No formal announcements were required, it was the optics that mattered more than the words. It meant I had to dress up and be prim and proper all night, mingling with the one kind of crowd I would never choose to mingle with on my own. The high table had never felt higher.The length of it stretched endlessly, polished wood reflecting candlelight and faces I knew too well. I sat between Anthony and my mother, my posture straight, my hands folded neatly in my lap, my smile practiced and gentle.Around us, councilmen, their wives, their children, and the inner circle that mattered. Bane sat two seats away, broad shoulders relaxed but his eyes sharp. Silas wasn’t on the table though, he stood behind the Beta on an even higher table with the Alpha. Mrs. Hart sat reg

ElizabethIt had been a week since the Midwinter Oath. I sat in my room, my journal open in front of me, but I had no words to write. I was just tapping the blank pages with my moon crest pen. I had no idea how Tricia did this. Out of a 70 page book, only 5 pages were stained, proof that I at least tried.Downstairs, the music boomed, the aroma of party snacks somehow making its way passed my locked room door and into my nose. Reagan had told my parents before they left for the weekend that it was going to be a small get-together. We all should have known what that would look like for the charismatic Reagan. And though I knew he was down there, I was still revelling in the moment we had earlier before the guests arrived. I tried not to think about him excessively. I had much else to think about; updates on my personal research. The secret passageway in the Hart mansion, who used it and where it led to. Anthony’s sudden.. extra concern for me. I had spent all day, preparing the liv