Eda Clawthorne 소설 & 이야기

I felt a tightening between my legs and my pants began to bulge at the zipper. We pulled to a stop in front of the Iceclaw Packhouse. It was simple and functional, made from ancient stone and brick with moss and ivy covering it in spaces. It had a couple turrets on either side of the entry and extended to the left and right, in what I supposed led to various wings. The front door was an arched double door with a wrought iron handle. On either side of the door were white triangular banners with the Iceclaw crest in gold. The Luna and her in-laws were waiting for our delegation’s arrival at the bottom of the entryway steps. Several others stood on the first row of steps behind them.

“I don’t care if anything is wrong or right. I know he is here, and we are not leaving until I get him or his blood sample.” Luke doesn't say anything, he just motions the vampires to move out and check the perimeter. As we move into the forest, the night wind carries the scent of pine and old blood through the high ridges. “Hmmm, I can taste the scent of his blood on my tongue,” I say, my lips curl to smile. We stand on the exposed outcrop and behold, there is the hybrid alpha, one arm hanging limp at his side, the other braced against a blackened pine.

I'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.

Liora declared happily. Elowen turned her gaze back toward the snowy courtyard where I stood watching them, her eyes filling with profound gratitude. Just as Elowen led the children through the heavy oak doors of the estate, a sharp, deafening howl echoed from the perimeter woods behind the property! AWOOOOOO! The warning horn of the Blackthorne vanguard blared right after the wolf howl. I whipped around toward the outer gates, my hand instantly flying to the hilt of the small silver blade hidden beneath my cloak.

Her mother’s brows furrowed. “Who?” Chloe took a breath,steadying herself. “That’s Mr. Thorne.” There was absolute silence. Her mother blinked repeatedly,like her brain needed time to process what she had just heard. “…what?” Elgin’s expression hardened instantly. Recognition clicked fully now. “Elias Thorne,” he repeated under his breath. “Yeah… Elias Thorne.” Chloe said Her mom’s eyes widened. “Thorne? As in the billionaire Thorne? The one who owns half the city?”

His grip was firm—too firm, as if he already knew how fragile her position was. Coldclaw Manor loomed ahead, its towering spires of steel and muted silver stretching into the gray sky. It was as much a fortress as a home, designed to keep the world at bay. Eva couldn’t help but feel a chill run through her, not from the cold air, but from the oppressive stillness of the place. It was a cage, plain and simple.

Sean said as the music was turned down and we all lined up in front of the bar. He introduced each of us and the auction had started. It was going really well and the club made a lot of money with this auction every year. Mrs. Noble kept looking at me and too soon it was my turn. My wolf rippled under my skin and I had to tamp down the urge to shift. “Now, ladies, our fresh meat this year is Alex Gray. He was kicked out of the army for very bad behavior. Who will start the opening bid?” Sean said loudly and I’d never felt so uncomfortable in my life.

Placing a vase on the paper, I positioned it so a portion of the message was visible. Walking toward the window, my hand subconsciously rubbed on the crystal glass necklace Hawthorne had gifted me, two days after coming to his estate. I tried to take it off but hesitated. I couldn’t do it because I still loved him. I began to contemplate if what I was doing was right but the thought of him, taking my child away from me, woke me from my delusions.

The moon hung low and swollen that night, a bruised plum bleeding silver across the Blackthorn lands. Elara stood on the highest balcony of the manor, the wind tearing at the edges of her new cloak, deep midnight velvet lined with wolf fur that still carried Kael’s scent. It wrapped around her like his arms had earlier, possessive and warm, yet the cold seeped through anyway. Below, the forest stretched endless and black, broken only by the occasional flash of amber eyes, patrols, restless, sensing the same wrongness that crawled beneath her skin.

Gabriel’s capture had felt like a victory, but it was clear that it was only the beginning of a much larger battle. Eleanor led us to the old Hawthorne family home, a stately, weathered mansion on the outskirts of town that had stood empty for years. It was a place I had always been curious about but had never dared to explore. Now, it seemed like the perfect setting for the revelations that were about to unfold.