MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Winnie’s POV“Oh, why? Why? I was just enjoying my sleep…” I cried dramatically, kicking away the poor alarm that just delivered its duty.I lay in bed for almost an hour questioning my life decisions, “Why have I chosen medicine?”That's how bad a short night can turn me into a drama queen.I just got up, dressed, tied my hair, and stepped outside.It's a brand new week!I should head straight to the pack hospital where I serve as an intern, but I had somewhere much more important to head to.The special medical center.I pushed the front entrance open, the familiar herbal scent hitting me instantly.Nurses and healers hurried around, their hands glowing faintly with activated herbs as they attended to patients.I walked into a room I've become very familiar with.“Mama?” I called as I got in.She was awake, sitting up with a blanket over her lap.Her face was as usual—pale, with her eyes sunken in their sockets, but still she gave me a small smile.I wonder when she will finally be

Winnie’s POVI woke up with a sharp gasp.It was a nightmare—I was being chased by a group of rogues.“Shit,” I cussed, turning to the other side of the bed, and just then my eyes flew open.This is not my bed sheet.My eyes moved upwards—even the ceiling above me wasn’t mine.The walls weren’t mine.The bed definitely wasn’t mine.For a second, I didn’t move.Is this some kind of another dream?I just stared, breathing too fast, with my heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears.This is not a dream.Where the hell was I?Then last night came rushing back so fast my stomach twisted.Jason.The proposal.The laughter.Tears running out of my eyes.The bar.The drinks.And that… man.My chest burned like someone poured fire inside me.“Oh Moon Goddess,” I yelled, clutching the blanket. “Tell me I didn’t do something stupid with him.”I shot up so fast that the room spun.I checked myself first—my clothes were still like they were.Nothing felt out of place, nothing hurt, nothing was w

Winnie’s POVA warm bed below me.That was the first thing I felt as my eyes fluttered open.For a second, I thought I was dreaming.But the sharp hospital scent told me otherwise.My head felt like someone had stuffed cotton inside it, and my tongue was so dry.“Winnie?”A hand touched my wrist. I turned to see it was Clara.I blinked almost a hundred times until her face became clear. Her eyebrows were raised with worry.“Oh thank Goddess,” she breathed out. “You scared us. You fainted at work. They had to carry you here. What happened? What type of call did you get?”A call?Oh Moon Goddess!I jumped out of the bed while Clara flinched.“What happened, Winnie?” she shouted.“No.. no, no, no. I have to go.” My heart was racing hard against my chest.“There's no way you are leaving this hospital. You are weak,” she said.Then hot tears came running down my cheeks before I could stop them, and just then, Mrs. Halden, one of the top doctors, came in.“What's going on?” she queried. Cla

​Winnie’s POV​The Royal Hospital wing was unlike anything I had ever seen. Back at the pack hospital, if you could even call that run-down clinic a hospital, we were lucky if the floors got mopped twice a day. The air there always smelled of wet fur, old bandages, and the metallic tang of despair.​Here, everything was pristine. The floors were white tile so polished they reflected the glowing crystals in the ceiling. The walls were lined with cabinets made of dark, polished mahogany, filled with vials of every color imaginable, vibrant blues, glowing greens, and deep, blood reds. The healers moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency, their white robes snapping as they walked. They didn’t talk; they communicated in quick nods and sharp gestures. It made me feel like a clumsy pup in a china shop, my heavy boots sounding like thunderclaps on the quiet floor.​“Miss Godfrey?”​I jumped, nearly tripping over my own feet. A tall, elegant woman with graying hair and a kind face approached m

WINNIE’S POVI didn't sleep. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant howl of a wolf on patrol, made me bolt upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The image of the dead bird burned in my mind. Lila wasn't just a spoiled princess, she was a predator who had been told no for the first time in her life, and I was the target of her rage.​But as the sun began to peek over the jagged peaks of the Moon Stone Mountains, a different feeling started to stir in my chest. It wasn't fear. It was a low, simmering heat.​I was tired of being the victim. I was tired of being the girl who got left behind, the girl who got bullied, the girl who apologized for existing.​I got up, washed my face with ice-cold water, and pulled on a fresh pair of dark trousers and a fitted tunic. I braided my hair back so tight it pulled at my scalp. If I were going to be in the middle of a wolf den, I was going to look like I belonged there.​When I arrived at the Alpha's chambers, the guards seemed