Shadow Moon Ranch の小説・ストーリー

(Ethan’s POV) It is almost sunset, and the hotel’s roof garden was one of the most incredible spots of the Grand Lake Hotel. You can already see from here the beauty of Springville Town. It has not changed much for six years except for this hotel and other small shops or businesses. After that, there was nothing added in this town like I never left. The couple who got lost in the forest allowed Dad to construct another hotel. For many years, the town has been quiet, and no one has ever witnessed the opening of a portal or that entrance from hell, yet many wait for that day. The Council of the Moon Shadows has continued to monitor it, but so far, the only thing it did was give revenue to the

On the outside, however, she was perfectly composed. “Secondly, we have an influx of new people, so I hope that you will help them acclimate to life here at Nightshade. The Shadow Creek pack is Luna’s birth pack, and they’ll be rebuilding their pack on the unused part of our territory. I expect that everyone will show them the respect that they deserve. At dinner, I will formally introduce those in attendance to Alpha Shane and Luna Calista.”

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

Any high grass area could easily conceal a hidden stump or deep rut, though they were fortunate enough not to find one. Their hiding spot was just over a mile from the farmhouse that acted as home to the pack. There was no way to know which direction the wolves had gone to hunt, but there was no sign of them there, so it was the safest place to start. They got out of the car cautiously and closed the doors slowly to keep them from making any sound. The house they were headed to was surrounded by corn fields on three sides—all thankfully late to be harvested—which gave them the luxury of cover they hadn’t expected.

When you are born in the pack, you belong in the group. But as for Lunaris, the only member who can’t be a wolf, that was hard to believe. Because of her circumstances, she was treated as an outsider by her peers. However, the claims that she can’t shift are wrong. She can, but her form is considered taboo in her pack's lore: A panther, another creature of the dark that was born in the darkest cycle of the moon, is prophesied to be the one to destroy the pack. Lunaris knows that if anyone finds out about her secret that she will die instantly. She wanted to leave her tribe, but there are certain rules that one cannot leave until they are of a certain age. But while she was getting closer

The complaint reached Draven's ears. He called a pack assembly to address the concerns. "Blood Moon is and will always be a wolf pack," he said firmly. "The Shadowborn here are not replacing wolves. They are joining us. Becoming part of us. Adding to our strength rather than diminishing it." "But they cannot shift," someone called out. "Cannot run with us. Cannot truly be pack without wolves."

"We'll leave you alone. But if you need anything, we're here. That's how a pack works." Perfect balance. Community nearby but privacy to heal. To live. To just be. "Thank you," Ronan said. Meant it. "Don't thank me. Just don't bring any more shadow beasts around." She grinned. Teasing. "We've had enough excitement." We laughed. Real laughter. Relief. Joy. Spent the day exploring our land. Twenty acres. River access. Forest on one side. Open meadow on the other. Perfect for running. For hunting. For raising a pup.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Sweat trickles down my back, and suspicion fills my mind. “I don’t know. She was affected by it, she didn’t want to talk about it, because it was really…” “Mars, I’m pretty sure the moon goddess is the shadow god’s mother. I’ve read and researched about this a lot. Not just now, but before he even showed up here. I don’t know why whoever told you about it left out that part, but if you see them gain, ask who the mother is, or you can ask your mate himself.” He puts one hand on my shoulder. “I’m gonna go get the drinks from King and get one for myself. Stay put until I get back, don’t want you mistakenly falling into the river again.”

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.