Unscramble Chasing の小説・ストーリー

Chase refused to show his face. I texted him to stop lurking and come out already. He only laughed it off, said he wasn't going to do that, that the whole fun was in the mystery, and told me to just go home. I climbed into Nicholas's passenger seat, and the back-and-forth rolled on the whole drive. Chase made himself my LA guide, starting with a whole field manual on spotting the fuckboys out here, the gait, the lean, the way they materialize the moment a new girl lands.

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.

Jessica called out as tears filled her eyes. “I was taking a hike, but I felt something strange when I was on the trail and I differed a bit off it, a few seconds later I was being chase by… by.” Jess stopped in the middle of her sentence and tried to recall what happened, once she remembered what happened the night she was caught. Her eyes connect with his and she whispered the last word as if it was a curse word, fear lacing her word. “Wolves.” Jessica was still so entranced with what she was remembering that she was completely thrown off when Xavier dropped her on the ground.

Tik' sound with his mouth. Chase was lost.

Wrong. “Now, now, where are you going? Running isn’t the answer. I know it’s the easy thing, the obvious thing. But stay and face this, together with them. Don’t run Cade. If they have to find you it’ll be worse … well I’ll be the one chasing you so just don’t,” Chase said, practically throwing himself across the seat to snatch my wrist. I flopped back into the seat, damn he’s quick. Too quick, I gotta remember that.

"The chase?"My voice raised an octave. "Yeah." "What the hell is the chase? All Ford told me was that we'd be horny in our human forms." "Nature draws wolves to their mates after they've chosen. The hunt starts when a guy's wolf picks a girl and ends when he's marked her as his, permanently. The chase is the female wolf's process of choosing her mate."

He just hoped he didn’t run into any of the wolves that were in pursuit of himself—and Everly—before he turned the corner. “Jack! Where are you?” A few voices hit him at the same time, but Chase’s voice stood out. He answered everyone, but he was glad to hear his best friend’s voice in his head, even though it was a long way away. “I’m straying from the trail,” he said. “These wolves are getting too close to me, and I don’t want to lead them straight to her.” “Don’t do that!” Chase told him. “You’re going to run right into them!”

Beautiful but how I had ever seen those two matching goes beyond me. Want to go for a run? I nodded, excitement coursing through me. I could feel my tail wagging, the feeling foreign to me but still nice. Come on Chase nudged me, starting to move. I followed him, enjoying the feeling of the wind gliding through my fur, the way my body was moving. As if it already knew that this was my future from now on. Who would ever want to change back? Chase leads me through the trees, leading me somewhere thought every time I ask, he doesn’t respond. Maybe I haven’t gotten the hang of this whole mind-link thing yet…

Damn it. Chase pushed away from his desk, grabbed his coat, and stormed out of the room. By the time he reached the streets, the night was thick with shadows, the air crisp with danger. His pulse pounded. Anything could’ve happened. He shouldn’t have let them leave. And now, he was going to find her—before it was too late. The rain poured relentlessly, turning the city streets into shimmering rivers of light. Chase’s wipers struggled against the downpour, barely clearing his vision as he scanned every corner, every sidewalk.

And then he’d walked off just like that. Chase pushed off harder than necessary, intercepting the puck mid-pass. He moved fast, weaving through the others with ruthless efficiency, his frustration bleeding into every movement. He didn’t know the guy’s name, didn’t know anything about him, but the feeling stuck. Irritating and persistent.