Half Blood Shadow のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“What? No! We just got here!” Sophie protested.Before Anna could respond, the crowd parted. The man from the stairs was moving toward them, his gait smooth and predatory. The air around him seemed to chill, the rowdy frat brothers instinctively stepping out of his way.“Leaving so soon?” His voice was a low, gravelly hum that vibrated in Anna’s marrow. “The party is just getting started. And I don’t believe I’ve seen your face on campus before... Anna, was it?”He knew her name. He’d overheard the "Chaser" at the door. But it was the way he said it, like he was tasting it,that made the hair on her arms stand up.The man stopped three feet away, an intentional distance that forced Anna to breathe him in. He smelled like ozone and expensive cedar, a scent that shouldn't have been so intoxicating to someone who hated his kind.His name was Killian Blackwood, though Anna only knew him by the shadow he cast over the campus. Up close, his eyes weren't just dark; they were predatory, swirli

The blue light of the laptop screen felt like needles against Anna’s tired eyes. She was staring at a half-finished essay on The Psychological Archetypes of Fear, a cruel irony she wasn't in the mood to appreciate. Across the room, the rhythmic click-click-click of Sophie’s mouse was the only other sound. Sophie was in a shopping trance, scrolling through endless pages of silk, velvet, and lace, determined to find a dress that screamed "Alpha’s Mate" without even knowing the vocabulary for what she was hunting.Anna’s head dipped. Just for a second, she told herself.The transition wasn't a fade; it was a plunge.Suddenly, she wasn't in the dorm. She was back in the woods, but the trees were bone-white and the sky was a deep, bruised crimson. The air was thick, tasting of cedar and something dangerously sharp."You’re hiding," a voice vibrated against her neck.Anna spun, but the forest shifted. Killian was there. He wasn't the polished student from the party; he was taller, his prese

The smell of the dormitory was usually a mix of cheap coffee and Sophie’s excessive hairspray, but tonight, it was being overtaken by the acrid, metallic tang of Anna’s concoction."Anna! Seriously, come out! You’ve been 'exfoliating' for an hour and I need you to see the shoes!" Sophie’s voice was a high-pitched vibrato of pure joy. She was practically vibrating on the other side of the bathroom door.Inside, Anna was hunched over the sink. The porcelain was stained with a dark, oily residue as she ground the silver-pressed salt into the wolfsbane distillate. Every time her skin touched the mixture, it hissed, a stinging reminder of the "abomination" she was. To a human, this would just be a pungent, herbal perfume. To a wolf, it was a biological blackout."One minute, Soph!" Anna called back, her voice tight.She reached for the final ingredient—a drop of her own blood to bind the scent-mask to her specific DNA. As she pricked her finger and let the ruby drop fall into the vial, the

The velvet silence of the grand ballroom felt like a weight, pressing against Anna’s skin. Every Step she took across the polished marble echoed like a countdown. Beside her, Sophie was already slipping away;not physically, but mentally. Sophie’s eyes were wide, glazed with the shimmering glamours of the manor, her hand beginning to loosen its grip on Anna’s arm.Then, the crowd parted.Killian didn't walk; he stalked. Every eye in the room followed him, but his were locked onto Anna with a terrifying, singular focus. The "Jameson" mask felt like ice on a summer day;melting rapidly under the sheer heat of his presence."Miss Jameson," Killian said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that skipped over the music and landed directly in her marrow. He stood before her, a head taller, radiating the kind of Alpha dominance that usually made humans bow and wolves submit."Mr. Blackwood," Anna replied. She forced her voice to remain a flat, calm lake, even as her Devonshire blood screamed fo

The power dynamic between the brothers was a razor-thin edge of loyalty and resentment, forged in the same fire but from different ores.As Killian stood in the center of the girls' empty dorm, the sterile smell of the room triggered a jagged memory of his own youth,the "Training Pits" of the Blackwood estate. He remembered the heavy scent of blood and the sound of his father’s voice, cold as a mountain grave.Killian was the eldest, the fastest, and the most lethal, but he would never be the Alpha. He was the "Tainted Son." His father, in a moment of reckless ambition, had taken a human mate from the Frey lineage,a family whose blood was saturated with ancient, wild magic. The woman had died bringing Killian into the world, leaving behind a boy who was too wolf for the witches and too magical for the pack.Father Blackwood hadn't discarded him; he had refined him. He wanted a weapon, a "Bastard Enforcer" with the tracking skills of a predator and the intuition of a sorcerer. Killian