SILVER IN THE SHADOWS
Since the death of their mother, Trixie had always lived in the shadow of her sister.
No matter what she did, it was never enough for their father—not since the night their mother died. A cold winter evening when she gave her life trying to protect Trixie from a band of rogues that had invaded their kingdom.
The only human who ever loved Trixie for who she was had died in her arms. As her breath faded, she whispered the last words that would cling to Trixie like skin to bone:
“You’re special, my child. Mama is going to be watching over you...”
Those words became a fragile beacon in the dark world that followed.
Years later, on their eighteenth birthday, Trixie’s sister Trisha was honored with the ceremony every Alpha deserved—firelight, songs, and the whole pack gathered in reverence. Meanwhile, Trixie was tied up behind the pack house, hidden away, a secret shame.
But the forest does not care for family politics.
When a group of rogues stumbled upon the weak girl passed out beneath frost-bitten branches, they saw only prey.
Basahin
Chapter: EDGE OF WARTRIXIE The morning in North Creek began softly. The first light came through the window. The house smelled of bread and pine smoke. Outside, I could hear the pack already stirring . Ryker was already up, rocking little Marielle in his arms. She had her father’s eyes — always watching. Afina slept beside her brother in the cradle, her hand clutching the corner of the blanket as if she feared it would run away. I smiled and leaned against the doorframe. “You’re up early again.” Ryker looked over his shoulder and grinned. “She woke before dawn. Must take after you.” “She’s restless,” I said softly. “Or maybe she just wants to see the sunrise.” He laughed. “Then she’s got the right mother.” For a while, I just watched them. The world had slowed down for us in the last months. No marching boots, no council calls, no battle cries. Only days filled with small things — feeding the pups, walking the fields, checking on the sentries, sharing food with the pack. It was strange, living
Huling Na-update: 2025-10-11
Chapter: BlOOD IS NOT ALWAYS THICKERKIRA The Hollow camp had been quieter since the raid, but not peaceful. Quiet in the Hollow never meant calm. It was the silence before the next hunt. Days had passed, yet the smell of smoke still clung to the air. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the orange glow of that farm burning, heard the screams caught in the wind. I had scrubbed my hands raw trying to wash away the scent, but it never left. It had sunk too deep. Mira, though, seemed different. Her eyes shone with a strange pride when Serana praised her before the others. Warriors clapped her on the back, calling her -The flame of the Hollow. She smiled when they did. I wanted to be happy for her, but I couldn’t. Every time I looked at her, I saw a piece of the sister I knew slipping further away. That night, the fire in the center of the cavern burned low, shadows licking the walls. Most of the others had gone to rest, but Mira stayed awake, sharpening her blade, humming under her breath. I sat across from her, prete
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Chapter: HAUNTING SHADOWSKIRA The Hollow camp never slept. Even when the night was thick and still, the air carried whispers, the scrape of blades, the quiet laughter of those who had grown too used to the dark. Firelight flickered against the cave walls, painting our faces red and gold. It had been three weeks since the burning of the farm. Three weeks since I watched Mira raise her torch with a smile that didn’t belong to her anymore. The smell of smoke still clung to her hair. Sometimes, I could still smell it when she hugged me. Serana had been pleased. She had smiled and said, “Now you see what true loyalty looks like.” She gave Mira her own black blade, only trusted fighters carried them . To the rest of the Hollow, it meant Mira was one of them now. To me, it meant I was losing my sister for good. Since that night, Mira had changed even more. She trained harder than the others, never spoke of fear, never questioned Serana’s orders. When she laughed now, it was short and harsh. She carried hers
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Chapter: THE FIRE WE CHOSEKIRA The Hollow does not fight in daylight. We move in the hours when honest people sleep and the world is too dead to hear our steps. That night was no different. The air was cold, the sky dark and heavy. Our boots made no sound on the dirt. Our faces were hidden under black hoods smeared with ash. Serana said no one who survived would ever know who we were. It was meant to comfort us. It only made me feel smaller. Shame stuck to my skin like sweat. Mira walked ahead of me, her pace sharp and sure. She didn’t look back. I could see the fire in her eyes before we even reached the farm. She had been waiting for this moment - Wanting it. I wanted to take her hand and pull her back. I wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. But the Hollow warriors surrounded us—men and women who lived on blood and fear. If I showed weakness, they’d turn on me before dawn. So I kept walking. When we reached the edge of the ridge, the farm lay below us. A barn, a field
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Chapter: ONE DIFFERS FROM THE OTHERKIRA An year can feel long when you live in shadows. Longer still when every day tastes the same. Smoke in the air. The Hollow’s damp walls pressing close. Voices sharp with anger. Nothing soft, nothing kind. That has been my life. My life beside Mira. She has changed. Or maybe she has only grown more into what was always in her. Hate does that — it does not arrive all at once. It seeps in slow, drop by drop, until it fills the whole of a person. I have watched it take her. Every sunrise, every nightfall, a little more of her vanishes into that dark place. I remember how she used to laugh. It was quick, wild, like a spark catching dry grass. That laugh is gone now. When Mira laughs these days, it cuts. It is sharp, bitter, and it makes my stomach twist because I know it isn’t joy that moves her. It’s the thought of revenge. Of seeing someone else bleed. She speaks of Trixie often. At first, it was little things. A mutter in the morning, “She thinks herself a queen.” A scoff when
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Chapter: YEAR OF LIGHTA year had passed since the night the pups were born. North Creek had changed with them. The walls that once rang with orders and war cries now echoed with laughter, with the sound of small feet learning to run, with voices softened by joy. The keep itself seemed brighter, warmed by the simple truth of life continuing. The morning of their birthday dawned clear and gentle. The pines whispered in the breeze, and the courtyard had been decorated with garlands of wildflowers woven by the pack’s children. A feast was laid out: roasted meats, honeyed bread, baskets of fruit gathered from the forest. Laughter rose even before the sun reached its height.Trixie stood at the heart of it all, her cloak thrown aside, her hair loose, her eyes softer than ever. She watched as Marielle toddled forward, her small legs unsteady but determined. Afina followed with calm steps, her gaze sharp and observant even now. Little Ryker darted ahead, faster than either, chasing after a wooden wolf toy Droco
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Chapter: COURAGELIA The door clicked softly behind me. I leaned against the door, my heart still beating too fast. I couldn’t stop replaying it — my words to Salve and Dimitri. Every sentence. Every breath. “I’ll do it,” I’d said. “I’ll be your hired womb.” Even now, the sound of my own voice made me flinch. The memory of Dimitri’s expression — surprise flashing for just a second before his usual smirk returned — kept echoing in my mind. Salve had just looked at me with amusement. But the part that wouldn’t stop ringing inside me was what came next. “My only condition,” I had said, trying not to tremble, “is that I can still see Quan.” It had felt like forever before Dimitri laughed while Salve’s gaze softened just slightly, like he was looking at a child who had finally learned how to walk. They hadn’t said no. They hadn’t said yes either. But I had seen enough in their eyes to know they’d accept it, one way or another. Now, standing in my room, I let out a shaky breath. “What did I just
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Chapter: WEIGHT OF HER CHOICE QUAN The afternoon light poured through the tall windows, scattering over the marble floor like liquid gold. I had just returned from the training wing, sweat still clinging to my neck, when I saw Sia waiting near the corridor. Her expression gave her away before she spoke — a strange mix of calm. “Sia,” I greeted, rolling my sleeves up. “You’ve been waiting?” She nodded once. “For you.” I frowned, stepping closer. “Is something wrong?” “Not wrong,” she said slowly. “Just… surprising.” I crossed my arms. “Say it.” Her gaze flicked up to mine, steady and unreadable. “Lia spoke with Salve and Dimitri today.” That caught my attention. “About what?” Sia hesitated, then smiled faintly . “She told them she would agree to be their hired womb.” I froze. “She what?” Sia nodded, her tone calm, matter-of-fact. “You heard me. She told them directly. But—” she paused, watching my face carefully “—she had a condition.” I swallowed hard. “A condition?” “She said she’ll on
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Chapter: PLAN BENEATH THE TEASEThe room was dim, bathed in the amber glow of the fireplace. Dimitri lounged across the velvet couch, one leg thrown over the armrest, a glass of wine dangling loosely in his hand. Salve, already half undressed, sat on the edge of the bed, his usual calm face softened by amusement. For a long moment, they said nothing. The quiet stretched between them, only the soft crackle of fire breaking it.Finally, Salve tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. “So tell me, my little feral cat,” he began, voice smooth as smoke, “why did you have to be so dramatic tonight? You practically cornered the poor girl with your words.” Dimitri smirked, swirling the wine lazily. “Oh, you mean when I asked her if she wanted to pet a wolf?” “Yes.” Salve leaned back on his palms. “That.” Dimitri’s grin widened. “What can I say? It was entertaining.” “Entertaining,” Salve repeated. “You call making her blush until she forgot her own name entertaining?” Dimitri chuckled. “You’re only mad becau
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Chapter: GAME CHANGELIA The dining room was quiet. Only the ticking of the old clock filled the space between us. The long table stretched like a wall between three people pretending not to think too much — Salve at the head, silent and unreadable; Dimitri beside him, tapping his fork against his plate, pretending not to be bored. And me — sitting straight, palms pressed to my knees, trying to stop my heartbeat from echoing loud enough for them to hear. I had rehearsed the words all morning. I had told myself over and over that I wouldn’t stutter, wouldn’t tremble, wouldn’t look away. Now the moment was here, and every part of me wanted to run. But I didn’t. Not this time. I lifted my chin. “I’ve made a decision.” That got their attention. Dimitri looked up first, his dark eyes glinting with curiosity. Salve didn’t move, but I saw his jaw tighten slightly — the smallest sign that he was listening. “I’ll do it,” I said. My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “I’ll be what you brought me here for
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Chapter: QUIET RETURNThe Moretti estate was never loud. Even the sea that rolled below the cliff seemed to know when to hush. The sound of servants, footsteps, and far-off engines blended into the same quiet rhythm. Sia liked that. Silence made it easier to think. But lately, the quiet felt different. It wasn’t the wind or the walls. It was Lia. Sia had watched her for weeks. The girl who had once burned with anger now moved like someone learning how to breathe again. Her eyes still carried a storm, but it wasn’t rage anymore.One morning Sia found her on the balcony. Lia sat barefoot, a cup of tea cooling beside her. The sky was softgreyy. “You’re up early,” Sia said. Lia turned her head slightly, a thin smile touching her lips. “Couldn’t sleep.” Sia leaned against the doorway. “Dreams again?” Lia shook her head. “No. Just thinking.” “That can be dangerous here,” Sia said with a faint grin. Lia’s laugh was quiet. “You sound like Dimitri.” “I’ll take that as an insult,” Sia replied, making
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Chapter: STRINGS PULLEDDIMITRI The thing about control is that most people mistake it for strength. But real control—the one that bends people without them realizing—is all about patience. And I’ve always had just enough of that to make the world dance. The morning after the shopping trip, the house was unusually quiet. Salve had locked himself in the study again, doing whatever gods of empire-building demanded. Lia, predictably, had disappeared somewhere into the gardens. And Quan—our golden boy — was pretending not to look for her. I watched from the balcony, cigarette dangling from my lips, the taste of smoke and sunlight sharp on my tongue. Below, Lia sat under the olive tree, a book open but unread in her lap. The wind teased strands of her hair across her face. She looked softer today. Weaker, maybe. Or maybe that was the illusion she wanted us to believe. Either way, she didn’t belong here, and yet she did.Then there was Quan. He lingered near the fountain, phone in hand, pretending to scroll.
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