Dagger of the Blood Moon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Kai POV The cloying stench of Elvira’s perfume hits me like a rogue’s claw before I even turn the corner. My stomach churns, breakfast threatening a revolt. Atlas, my wolf, bristles in my mind, pacing like he’s caught a bad scent on the wind. I quicken my steps toward the dining hall, hoping to dodge her, but her voice shrieks through the packhouse like a banshee.“Alpha! Darling! Yoohoo!” Elvira’s call is followed by a cloud of that overpriced French perfume she insists on wearing, despite my pack’s budget groaning under her shopping sprees. Dax, the traitor, smirks and slips into the dining hall, leaving me to face the storm alone.I’ve never been drunk a day in my life—save for that cursed full moon run six months ago. Even after passing my Alpha exams, when the other new alphas and I drained Dark Moon Pub dry, I stayed sharp. So how I ended up with Elvira claiming I fathered her pup is a mystery that keeps Atlas snarling. Werewolf pups carry their parents’ scents at birth, a mix

Leila POVKai’s command— “Get to the Saferoom!”—rings in my ears, his grey eyes softening for a fleeting moment before he’s gone, a blur of motion tearing down the packhouse hall with Dax hot on his heels, their footfalls swallowed by the rising clamour of shifting wolves and urgent howls. My heart hammers, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs, as I stumble toward the basement, legs trembling like a newborn fawn’s. Without Aria, my wolf, I’m little more than human in a world of claws and fangs, defenceless against rogues who could shred me in seconds. The Saferoom’s reinforced steel doors loom ahead, a cold, unyielding barrier nestled in the packhouse’s underbelly, their surface glinting dully in the flickering light of emergency sconces. Miss Ophelia stands at the entrance, herding a stream of pups and elders inside, her face carved in stone but her dark eyes betraying a flicker of worry beneath her usual warmth.“Girl Child, get in here quick!” she calls, her voice a steady anchor in

Kai POVThe air in the cells beneath the packhouse is damp and heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and the musty chill of stone, the kind that seeps into your bones and lingers. The captured rogue — Kael, she spat out under duress — is a feisty thing, chained to a steel chair bolted to the floor, her scarred muzzle now human but no less defiant. Her amber eyes dart like a cornered animal’s, glinting with a mix of fear and fury, her matted chestnut hair clinging to her sweat-streaked face. She snarls at every warrior who passes, her voice a low growl despite the silver cuffs biting into her wrists, their faint shimmer promising pain. Dax and I take turns questioning her, our boots echoing on the cold concrete, but she holds out longer than any rogue should—silver in her veins, maybe, dulling the agony that should have broken her by now. Atlas paces within me, his growl a low rumble, ready to unleash if she doesn’t crack soon.Dax leans against the cell wall, his usual grin rep

Kael POVThe silver cuffs bite into my wrists like a lover's jealous kiss—sharp, unrelenting, and just this side of unbearable. The damp stone cell presses in on me, the air thick with mold and the faint echo of dripping water from somewhere in the shadows, a rhythm that mocks my pounding heart. I shift in the steel chair, chains rattling like old bones, my body aching from the fight on the border, the gashes from that black-furred alpha's claws knitting slowly under the silver's curse. Beta Boy—Dax, he called himself—left me here after his alpha stormed out, his storm scent still lingering, wrapping around me like a noose I can't shake. Mate, Veyra howls in my mind, the bond thrumming between us, a live wire that makes my skin tingle even through the pain. The Moon Goddess has a sick sense of humour, pairing a rogue like me with a pack loyalist like him. I smirk at the empty room, my bloody lips cracking, but the laugh that bubbles up is half-bitter, half-teasing. "Well, Kael, you've

Kai POVI step out of Leila’s room, her wildflower scent still clinging to me like a lifeline, her trembling voice— “flashes of gunshots, silver”—echoing in my mind, each word tightening the knot of dread in my chest. Atlas paces within me, his low whine urging me to stay with Leila, to shield her from the storm Kael’s words unleashed: lost heir, Shadow Ridge, silver-proof blood. Leila, the heir? It fits too well—her bullet wounds, her silent wolf, her missing past.And then Dax… my Beta, my brother, bound to a rogue who attacked us. Kael’s amber eyes and what she had to say churn in my thoughts, raising a fear I can’t voice yet. My boots thud softly on the floor, my body aching from the fight, the silver’s burn still a dull throb in my shoulder, but it’s the weight of these revelations that threatens to crush me.A sharp click of heels snaps me out of my haze, the sound slicing through the hallway’s quiet like a warning bell. Elvira rounds the corner, her dress straining over her pre