The Wolfless Luna's Dragon Heart の小説・ストーリー

Haldor asks with real interest. “Yes. Why does it matter?” “Where I come from we call that a dragon aura.” “So Bryce is a dragon now?” I ask, finding it impossible to hide the disbelief in my voice. “No. Dragons are myth, you majesty,” Haldor says and gives me a weird look. “But the dragon aura belongs to wolves who are… of unknown origin and usually part of the ancient bloodlines. The first wolves. They are known for their unspeakable evil and cruelty.”

I was about to ask why they'd returned so early when Mom and Luna Skye appeared carrying a cake between them. Three tiers covered in white frosting and sugar flowers with two candles burning on top. One and eight. My throat closed up. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," Mom said, and her eyes were too bright like she'd been crying earlier. "Thanks." The word came out rough. Luna Skye hugged me after Mom let go, whispering, "I hope you find your mate soon, honey. I hope he's everything you deserve." Everything I deserve. Right. What did I deserve without a wolf?

Her voice was quiet, but it carried through the silence like a blade. “I was not born wolfless.” No one interrupted. No one dared. Mira turned back to Cassia, her gaze dropping to the silver eyes that did not belong to the woman wearing them. “The false Luna has my wolf.” The words settled over the corridor like a verdict. Cassia’s face twisted in anguish. Maera went perfectly still. Darius looked at Mira, and this time, he did not look away. Behind the sealed Moon Rite door, the trapped wolves began to howl again.

The beta's mate, ambitious and knows how to play with his feelings, lying in bed next to him, says to him: - Maybe it's time to convince yourself that the alpha isn't coming back and that he and the future Luna are probably dead. - Don't even say that as a joke. Gary is not dead, and the Luna is a dragon. He can defend himself well. - On top of all that, Lucifron is a problem too. A male dragon as Luna. This pack has dropped a lot. - What the fuck are you talking about? – he asks, irritated. - Where have you seen it before? A dragon as Luna? It wasn't enough to be a male luna. On top of that, it's a lizard with wings.

“I appreciate you all coming here tonight to celebrate our luna. I thank our friends across the seas and our friends from other realms for making the long journey here. I know many of you have heard of her already but now is the time to meet your luna. She is a silver dragon and is very passionate about protecting this pack. This is only the second time on record that a silver dragon has mated with a wolf and you all should be honored to witness history being made. This pack will be stronger than it has ever been before and with her carrying my children, twins, that strength will continue within this pack for many generations to come. Without further ado, please welcome your luna, my mate, D

The world dropped lower as paws hit snow. Screams echoed. A massive wolf stood where Lyra had been. White fur gleamed beneath moonlight, streaked with calico gold and silver like painted fire. Ancient. Powerful. Impossible. Eloise lifted her head proudly beside Vaelrion. And the dragon king—the terrifying, ancient dragon king—looked at her wolf with naked awe. Mate. The bond thundered. Complete. The pack stared in shock. Because wolves did not awaken this late. Because no wolf looked like that. Because dragons were real. And because their future Luna had just become something far greater than any of them imagined.

“So be it, Messenger. Come forth…Rhaella.” “Show your face to me.” Immediately I finished my words, the candles quenched, bathing the room in complete darkness and reignited. The formerly red opened box now emitted red smoke. Using my wolf visions, I noticed the shadows dancing in the walls now beginning to shift into a vague shape, its form barely discernible. I took a step backward, as the shadows diverged before blasting into one. There stood a figure draped in a red cloak, its back to me. “You do not turn your back on your Luna. I am Luna of the Fireheart pack, you seem to have forgotten.”

Suddenly, the candles around us flickered wildly. A ghostly figure formed at the edge of the room the White Luna Spirit. She stepped from the shadows, shining with pure silver light. Her eyes locked on me. I froze. Could she see through me? Could she tell I wasn't a real Werewolf? I held my breath as the ground rumbled beneath us. The room shook. A Loud deafening roar filled the air, so loud it felt like the earth itself was screaming. Lyran howled in agony, the black dragon mark on his chest glowing so brightly it hurt to look at.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

I promise I will cure all your curiosity once we are done here," he said once again, brushing aside my curiosity. I was going to protest and have him tell me what it is that he keeps postponing the conversation, but just then, one of our men walked in on us. "Alpha, I have been told that their luna is now seated in the field," he said. I groaned, unintentionally, as soon as the word luna hit my ears. My groaning scared the man that brought the message. If Kai was scared, he did well by hiding it. The thought of Ashley becoming a luna to another pack unsettled my wolf, and I was doing all within my power to control him. I quickly got up and looked through my binoculars to see Ashley seated an