Sanctuary: A Hidden Pack の小説・ストーリー

"Seven wolves. Four children, two former Alphas, and two reformed traitors. You'll form a new pack in the Dead Lands. It will be difficult. Dangerous. You'll face threats no normal pack ever encounters. But you'll face them together. As family." "What do we call ourselves?" Luna asked. "Every pack needs a name," Yuki said. "Something that represents what you are." Ivy thought about everything they'd been through. Everything they'd sacrificed. Everything they'd become. "Sanctuary Pack," she said. "Because that's what we'll build. A place where broken things can heal. Where outcasts can belong. Where families can be together despite impossible odds." "Sanctuary Pack," Dominic repeated, testing

With hearts united and the ancient healing song resonating in their souls, the pack embraced their destiny with renewed determination, knowing that they held within them the power to mend, protect, and preserve the delicate balance of nature for generations to come. As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, the scent of untamed wilderness led them to a hidden sanctuary deep within the heart of the forest. The sanctuary was a haven of lush greenery, a treasure trove of life hidden from the world's eyes. It was a refuge for forgotten and endangered species that sought solace in the arms of nature. The pack members stepped into the sanctuary with a sense of wonder, their eyes widening

“Y-you’re intentionally starting a war! That’s against all the rules. Even with the Alpha King as your backing, it will enrage every other pack!” Damien’s eyes roamed over Hunter before flicking toward me. He shook his head, as if to say, after all these years, your judgment is still as poor as ever. He pulled out a stack of documents and threw them at Hunter. “Take a look. Illegal drugs, unauthorized trades, trafficking women—any one of these is enough to get you killed multiple times. I’ve come under the Alpha King’s orders to eliminate this pack’s cancer. You.” Hunter snatched the documents. His face went pale. His fists clenched, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

She was three forms in when she stopped. Birth pack listed. She knew it before she read the name. Knew it from the pack identifier, the territory marker, the secondary notation about the nature of the suppression which matched the pattern she had learned to recognize. The woman was twenty-three. Bond suppressed. Frightened enough to travel four days to reach a Sanctuary she had heard about through a chain of word-of-mouth that had apparently reached her birth pack without the connection to Miranda being part of what traveled. She did not know who ran the Sanctuary. She knew it took cases from any pack.

The road turned from pavement to gravel to a narrow goat track hugging the cliff edge, and fog rolled in thick, swallowing the hood of the car until it finally broke. The Sanctuary wasn’t some luxury hideaway; it was a brutal stone monastery spiked into the mountain like a middle finger to gravity. There were no lights and no guards, just one massive oak door and a silence that felt older than money itself. I killed the engine and looked at Iris. She was pale, but her jaw was set in that stubborn, beautiful line I’d kill for. She reached into the black box, pulling out the snub-nosed revolver she’d hidden under the ledgers all this time.

His voice fills the chamber, deep yet gentle, like waves rolling against the shore. “You are here because fate willed it so,” he begins. “This villa will not turn you away. Not now, not ever. We name this place a sanctuary. And from tonight onward, we are no longer scattered souls. We are a pack.” The word pack lingers in the air, heavier than any incantation. The five shift uneasily, trading hesitant glances, until Selene bows her head and rises. Her pale hair glints like silver threads in the candlelight, her eyes shimmering with tears she does not bother to hide.

But it was worse when he wasn’t around. The thick black material held residual heat from Lucas wearing it, melting away the cold that had gone bone deep. It wasn’t much but the brief respite from the wintery night helped Chloe focus. She turned to check on her friends, surprised to find that like her, they had been donated jackets and coats by Lucas’ men. Even Emily accepted aid despite being missing for several days and knowing nothing about the people around them. “Emily says this is where the pack was buried.” Chloe finally spoke without looking at Lucas. “They can feel a connection to this place.”

Beta Vance stepped into the room, his face tense under his soot-stained helm, his hand resting tightly on the hilt of his broadsword as he signaled the guards to remain outside. "They have cleared the secondary checkpoint, Queen Lyra," Vance announced, his voice dropping into a hard, unyielding register that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. He bowed his head deeply, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. "It is the Deep Wilds pack—the ancient isolationists from beyond the fractured ridges. They haven't crossed the border into the lowlands in over three generations. Their leader demands an audience with the hybrid heir before the first dawn of the new council."

The way she speaks is like a lifeline and I cannot help but feel a glimmer of hope that I may have found a sanctuary, at least for now. I lean back in my chair and allow my eyes to roam about. This rogue pack is a far cry from the rowdy territories of the Northlands and Southlands. Nestled in the countryside, remote and hidden from prying eyes, a place where not many wolves venture. That is precisely what makes it feel like a sanctuary.

We needed to reach the sanctuary before the storm broke, or risk leaving a trail that even the most novice tracker could follow. "There," Sin said suddenly, pointing to a narrow path that wound between two towering rock formations. "The entrance to the sanctuary lies beyond that pass." Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. As we approached the pass, the wind carried a scent that made my blood run cold—wolf, but not of our pack. And close. "Get down," I hissed, pulling Ailith behind a large boulder. Sin crouched beside us, her hand moving to the blade at her hip.