Claimed by the wolves. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Juliette’s POVThe arena felt different that morning. The air hung heavy, not from the usual cold or the smell of fresh ice, but from something else—danger, anticipation, and a tension I couldn’t shake. Every echo of my footsteps on the metal stairs sounded amplified, like a warning. My kit bag dug into my shoulder as I tried to steady my racing thoughts. Someone was watching. Someone was always watching.I forced myself to focus on routine—skates, sticks, tape—but even the familiar clatter of the pucks hitting the boards did nothing to ground me. My mind kept flashing back to the previous night’s messages, the warnings, and that voice in my head whispering that nothing was safe anymore. The unknown, the invisible predator, it wasn’t just a threat; it was real.Dorian was already on the ice when I arrived, mask in place, gliding like a shadow between drills. His presence, as always, made me both tense and aware. I could feel him before I even saw him, the way his energy bent the space

Juliette’s POVThe shadow hadn’t moved yet, still lingering near the edge of the rink, silent and unnervingly patient. Every muscle in my body was taut, my senses screaming that something was about to happen. The arena lights flickered, sending long, quivering shadows across the ice. I could feel Bryan and Dorian behind me, their heat, tension, and warning coiling like a predator about to strike.I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Whoever—or whatever—stood there, watching, seemed to know my every move. I could feel it, a cold awareness crawling under my skin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a vibration that made me jump. My fingers shook as I checked the screen.Unknown: “It’s time you see the truth. Do not trust anyone fully.”I swallowed, a cold lump forming in my throat. Truth. Someone wanted me to see the truth—but what? About Dorian? Bryan? Or about myself?Bryan stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, commanding. “Juliette, stay behind me,” he said again, his voice low, dangerous. H

Juliette’s POVThe city lights shimmered through the rain-streaked window, turning the world outside into a blurry painting. Inside, the apartment felt too small, too heavy. My chest still burned from the confrontation at the rink, the words of the shadowed figure replaying on an endless loop: “Choose wisely, Juliette. The storm has only just begun.”I couldn’t breathe without feeling the pull of it—the tension, the danger, the unspoken desire that both Bryan and Dorian radiated. My body ached with it, my mind spun with questions, and my heart… my heart had no map, no guidance, just a frantic rhythm that mirrored the storm brewing outside.The texts hadn’t stopped. Whoever was behind them wasn’t giving up. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I flinched. I wanted to ignore it, to pretend the messages weren’t creeping into my life like poison. But I couldn’t.Unknown: “The closer you get, the more dangerous it becomes. He’s not who he seems. And neither is the one you run to for safety.

Juliette’s POVThe night air was thick, damp with the remnants of the storm. I pressed myself against the cold brick wall of the alley, heart hammering so violently it felt like it might break my ribs. Every sound—the distant hum of traffic, the drip of water from a rusted fire escape, even my own ragged breathing—was amplified, echoing like a warning. I had no idea how long I had been running, only that the adrenaline kept my legs moving and my mind razor-sharp.Bryan’s voice had been in my ears moments ago, commanding, protective: “Stay close. Don’t make a sound.” And yet, I had slipped. One misstep, one moment of hesitation, and the figure from the arena had almost caught me. Almost—but not quite. That alone made the blood in my veins sing with terror and relief.I pressed my back further into the wall, peering around the corner. Shadows clung to every surface, moving like living things. And then I saw him—just one man—stepping out of the darkness, eyes glinting in the dim light. M

Juliette’s POVThe city was quiet, too quiet, as if holding its breath for something terrible to break the stillness. I could feel it in my bones—the tension that had been building for weeks, simmering like molten steel just beneath the surface, ready to burn. Ever since the figure had revealed himself, I couldn’t stop thinking about the past, about the secrets, and about the men who now loomed over my life in ways I had never anticipated.I walked through the empty streets toward the warehouse at the edge of town, my steps echoing off the brick walls, each one a small drumbeat of fear and determination. The text had come late last night, short and cryptic:"Everything you’ve hidden is about to surface. Come if you want answers, but be ready for the consequences."The sender was unknown, the message chillingly deliberate. And yet… I knew I couldn’t ignore it. Not now. Not when the storm inside me and around me had reached a tipping point.As I approached the warehouse, the shadows see