P A C K E D Unscramble の小説・ストーリー

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

The pack’s rage was now aimed squarely at Chloe and Marcus. “This is all your fault!” “Traitors!” “Get out!” Just as the scene was about to spiral into chaos, the communicator on my desk beeped urgently. All heads snapped toward the stage. The device was linked to the projector. An email preview flashed onto the screen, large and clear for everyone to see. From: Alpha, Blackstone Pack Subject: [URGENT] Notice of Partnership Termination Received: Just now The room fell terrifyingly silent. Every person stared at the screen, their faces draining of color.

He appeared downcast this time. “I have a class to attend to Salvatore but don’t worry I’ll communicate to you through out mental link. And some pack rules still have to be established. I’m really enthusiastic about what the future holds for us, aren’t you?” I asked, raising a brow. "Of course alpha, I’m eager to serve you.” He said, forcing a smile. “Great.” I said heading towards the door. “Don’t tell anyone you’re an alpha, it’s dangerous.” “I know.” I replied, closing the door.

Elliott curse,stepping back as we all take in the state of our lockers. Caden open his by standing at the side instead of front. The balls jump out, hitting nothing. I do the same. Every single one of our hockey gloves, stick, vest and pucks are tattered and ripped off. "Did.." Caden starts, staring at a red piece of sticker "TAGGED" Elliott breathes the word out, staring also at his piece of sticker. Heat wrap around my throat, vision blur. I take the sticker from them and scramble it "Have every student assembled"

He ordered the maids to prepare breakfast for Erina, specifically requesting medium veal steaks, the first cranberries of the season juiced, and toast, getting particular with the doneness of the toast down to the second. Erina was a noble and elegant white wolf, after all, and it was only right for her to be very particular with things so that they would be done properly. After that, he went to the headquarters as usual, planning to read up on the reports that had come in from the trade centers at the borders. Seconds later, a document was placed on his desk. Larry looked at the document and frowned when he read the title. It said, "Application Form for Leaving the Pack."

Yorick and I walk around the pack together, helping the pack to feel settled and by lunch time, it feels like everyone is ready to accept Yorick and I as their co-Alphas and Alpha Warren as their interim Alpha. After lunch, the pack goes outside for the Alpha ceremony. Other than setting up a stage and using the ceremonial knife and chalice, I didn’t want to make this into some big event. We’re their Alphas now. I don’t need a lot of pomp and circumstance for that. And since I have no idea what the pack’s financial situation is, I’m not going to do anything that might put the pack at risk right away.

“What’s the name of the pack?” “The Sickle Peak pack.”

I could afford no more on choosing what to buy, though any other time I would have spent hours carefully selecting each piece. I happen upon an auction in the market's center, the sound of hooves upon the cobblestone has me squirming my way through the crowd. One horse sticks out to me, a beautiful white stallion with black socks that match his wild eyes. They call him 'Ghost', when they bring him up for bidding and I waste no time in starting it off. I win him and quickly load his saddlebag with my new clothing, before taking him to purchase food for our journey.

"I'm not exactly sure how to get to the pack's dining room yet." He relaxed his demeanor and smiled. "You must be Allie-Jean. My name is Peter. I'm Jaedon's Beta. I'll walk with you to the dining room. It's a quick walk." I fell into line next to him and we were both silent as we made our way out of the pack house and down a simple stone road. It was warm and sticky, the sun beaming down on me with intensity. I shielded the sun from my eyes and sped up, trying to keep up with Peter. I was surprised he could walk so fast as he wasn't much taller than me and his legs were pretty stumpy.

she gestured to the intimate breakfast table set with a lace tablecloth and a vase of flowers and herbs. He sat gingerly on one of the dainty wooden chairs and watched as she retrieved from a drawer a velvet wrapped bundle. She brought it over to the table and set it down, before moving the vase to the kitchen bench. When she returned, she took the seat across from him and reverently untied the ribbon holding the bundle closed. It opened to reveal a deck of beautiful, antique, hand painted cards, which she shuffled carefully before fanning them out before him. “You know what to do,” she smiled at him.