Marked From Birth의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

CHAPTER TWO: THE SIGHTLESS KING AND THE SILVER VOWTwenty-one years ago, the heavens had torn themselves apart.While the Moon Shadow Pack was mourning the death of their Luna, the Silver Pack—the most ancient and formidable lineage of wolves—was trembling for a different reason. In the high, jagged peaks of the Northern Mountains, the Silver Citadel had been battered by a storm that felt like the end of the world.Lightning had split the sky, illuminating the obsidian walls of the Alpha’s fortress. Inside, the screams of the Luna were drowned out by the thunder, until finally, a new sound pierced the night: the sharp, clear cry of a newborn."It’s a boy!" the mid-wives had shouted, their voices echoing through the halls. "An heir! A King!"The warriors outside had howled, their voices joining the wind in a symphony of celebration. But inside the birthing chamber, the joy died an abrupt death. As the Alpha King held his son for the first time, he realized the infant's eyes weren't the

CHAPTER Four: THE SILVER LUNAThe transformation was not the agonizing, bone-breaking ritual the elders spoke of in hushed, fearful tones. For Audrey, it felt like shedding a skin that had been three sizes too small for twenty-one years.As Lucas watched in stunned silence, Audrey’s body began to shimmer. The golden light that had poured from her pores solidified, twisting into a thick, lustrous coat of fur. But she wasn't grey like the common wolves of the Moon Shadow Pack, nor was she black like Lucas.When the light faded, a massive wolf stood atop the silk sheets. She was pure, brilliant white—the color of a winter moon—with paws that seemed tipped in gold. Her eyes remained that piercing, molten amber, glowing with an ancient intelligence.“I am whole,” the thought echoed in the room. It wasn't a whisper; it was a telepathic boom that shook the ornaments on the mantelpiece.Lucas, now fully seeing the world for the first time, dropped to one knee. Not out of weakness, but out of

CHAPTER six: THE MOON’S JUSTICEThe color drained from Alpha Terren’s face. He looked from Audrey to Lucas, his mind racing to understand how his "human" daughter was standing before him, radiating the power of a goddess."This... this is impossible," Selene hissed, stepping forward, her face contorted in a mask of rage. "You are a freak! You have no wolf! This is some trick, some sorcery from the Silver Pack!"Samantha, blinded by jealousy, lost all sense of caution. She lunged forward, her claws extending, her blue elemental power flickering around her hands. "You stole my life! You stole my Alpha!"Before Samantha could even reach the stairs, a low growl erupted from the Silver Pack warriors. But they didn't need to move.Audrey simply raised a hand.A wave of golden energy hit Samantha like a physical blow, pinning her to the stone floor. Samantha let out a choked scream as the weight of Audrey’s power pressed down on her, neutralizing her wolf completely."You speak of stealing,

The trek toward the Silver Pack’s mountain borders was not the triumphal march the stories promised. It was a slow, agonizing crawl through a forest that seemed to be mourning the death of the Moon Shadow line. The trees, once familiar to the wolves, now groaned under the weight of an unnatural wind, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers.Audrey walked at the head of the line, refusing the horse Lucas had offered. Her boots felt like lead, and the humming warmth in her marrow—once a comfort—now felt like a simmering fever. She could feel the eyes of the hundred wolves behind her. They weren't looking at her with the hatred she was used to, but with something far more exhausting: expectation."You’re pushing yourself too hard," Lucas said, his voice cutting through the rhythmic crunch of boots on dry leaves. He walked beside her, his stride effortless despite the jagged terrain. "The Rite of Severance takes more than just spirit, Audrey. It takes a physical toll. You

Chapter 10: The Quiet Before the StormThe Alpha’s private quarters were located at the highest point of the fortress, a sanctuary of dark wood, heavy furs, and a balcony that overlooked the jagged, snow-dusted spine of the mountains. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of Lucas—sandalwood, cold rain, and a primal, masculine musk that made Audrey’s pulse skip a beat.Lucas closed the heavy oak door, the click of the latch sounding like a finality. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the crackle of the hearth.Audrey stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the moonlight. She looked fragile, her shoulders tense, but the golden glow beneath her skin was pulsing in time with her heartbeat, casting rhythmic amber light against the stone walls."You should have told me," she said softly, her back to him. "About the eyes. About what happens to you if I fail the Trial of Purity."Lucas crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the rug. He didn't stop until he was st