TASTE OF THE CURSED LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

"Get up, you hollowed piece of trash!"The roar of Tyler Brooks’ voice bounced off the obsidian walls of the Lycan Academy’s lower training vaults. He didn’t wait for Emily Carter to find her feet. His heavy, fur-lined boot slammed into her ribs, the crack of bone sharp against the whistling mountain wind.Emily skidded across the frost-slicked floor, her breath hitching in a throat raw from screaming. The Silver-Run air was thin, tasting of iron and old pine, but she couldn’t get enough of it into her lungs."Please," she rasped, her fingers clawing at the jagged ice on the floor. "Tyler, stop. I didn't do anything.""You existed," Tyler spat. He was an Alpha-born, his Essence-Aura a suffocating weight of heat and aggression. He smelled of fermented honey-mead and the sharp, chemical tang of 'Moon-Dust.' He was wasted, his eyes glowing a fractured, jagged yellow. "A Carter who can’t even shift? You’re a stain on the Five Great Packs. Your own parents call you a mistake, Emily. Why sh

"Where the hell were you?"The voice hit Emily before she even cleared the heavy oak door of the Carter manor. Her mother, Lisa Carter, stood by the hearth, her silhouette jagged against the dying embers. The scent of sour wine and unspent shift-frenzy hung thick in the air."I was at the Academy, Mother. Studying for the—""Studying? You useless, scentless whelp." Lisa surged forward, her hand blurring as it connected with Emily’s cheek. The blow sent Emily staggering into a hall table. "Your brother is the pride of the Five Great Packs, and you? You can't even shift to hunt a rabbit, yet you have the nerve to disappear when the household needs tending? We had to eat cold leftovers because you weren't here to skin the elk."Emily didn't look up. She focused on the copper taste of blood in her mouth. "Dad said he'd handle the—""Don't you dare bring your father into this!" Lisa’s eyes flared a dull, sickly yellow. "Get to your hole. I can't stand the sight of your flat, human face."E

"Where the hell are you going, Emily?"Ryan’s voice bit through the thin, mountain air like a frost-tipped arrow. He didn't look at her; he was too busy leaning against the obsidian pillars of the Academy entrance, tossing a jagged piece of flint between his hands. The Locker Room Circle stood behind him, a wall of Alpha-scent and arrogance.Emily didn't answer. She couldn't. Her voice was a dry rattle in her throat. She focused on the library's heavy stone doors. If she reached them, she was safe—the library was neutral ground under the Moonlight Law. No shifts. No blood.She limped past them, her right knee buckling with every step. The bone-deep throb was a rhythmic reminder of the morning’s "lesson.""The professor's little lap-bitch is in a hurry today," Tyler Brooks sneered, loud enough for the passing Betas to hear. "Maybe Arnold needs his ink-wells refilled with something more... personal."The laughter followed her inside, heavy and mocking. Emily didn't stop until she reache