เข้าสู่ระบบJEREMIAH The throne room felt too small for the rage burning inside me.Stone pillars etched with ancient runes stood witness as I paced the length of the hall, claws flexing, wolf snarling beneath my skin. Every breath tasted like iron and loss. Eliana’s scent—changed, awakened, powerful—still haunted my senses, like a wound that refused to close.She had stood before me.Shielded my enemy.Called him her father.And rejected me.My wolf slammed against my control, furious and frantic.'She is ours.'“She is not a pawn,” I growled aloud, though no one had spoken.Justin appeared at the edge of the hall, posture rigid, eyes sharp. Gamma of my kingdom. Protector of the Luna Queen—my Luna Queen, even if the world insisted otherwise."You summoned me, my king?"I stopped pacing and turned to him. "I want answers. Not assumptions. Not pack legends." My voice dropped, deadly calm. "I want the truth."Justin bowed his head. "About Alpha Gabriel?""Yes." My jaw clenched. "I want to know if
AUTHOR Silver Claw had never looked like this.Lanterns glowed from every tree branch, enchanted fireflies drifting lazily through the air like living stars. Long wooden tables curved around the clearing, covered in food, flowers, and silver-threaded cloth bearing the pack crest. Music hummed softly. It was a celebration.It was her celebration.Eliana stood at the edge of the clearing, fingers curled into the fabric of her dress, watching the pack move around her like a tide. Wolves laughed, children ran between legs, elders smiled with knowing eyes. Everyone looked… happy.Happy because of her."Stop hiding," Aiden said gently, appearing beside her with a grin. "It’s your birthday, not an execution."She let out a small breathless laugh. "Feels worse somehow."Aiden nudged her shoulder. "You survived a Lycan King invasion. Cake should be easy after that."She rolled her eyes, but her gaze drifted back to the entrance of the clearing—empty. Just forest and shadows.Not him.Not ton
ELIANA Everything changed so rapidly that I still can't believe it all. Jeremiah, being a wolf, was something I was still learning to sink in. Now, my own identity is a shock for me. On top of that, the man I love the most, he is my enemy now . I wish all of this was just a dream. A part of me wants it to be more than just a dream because I have finally got my parents. But at the same time, I want this nightmare to end so that I can run back in Jeremiah’s embrace and tell him how much I love him and how much I want him. This magic this power feels as real as my bond with him. My pack needs me, but my heart aches for him. I want my mate by my side, I wanna be a little selfish. Can I just go back to him? Can I just hold him tight for the last time? Can I just see his wolf for the last time? Just 24 hours back, I was waiting for him. I was happy that I'll visit his family. Now I hate that same family, I wanna kill them all. But the thought of killing Jeremiah, it hurts. Ho
JEREMIAH The war drums inside my chest drowned out everything else. Silver Claw rose before us—proud and defiant. The air itself resisted me the moment my boots touched their territory, as if the land knew I had not come as a guest. 'She’s here,' my wolf snarled. 'I can feel her.' So could I. Eliana’s presence burned like a distant star—changed, sharper, wrapped in something powerful I didn’t understand yet. But it was hers. Undeniably. "Move," I commanded. The ground shook as my forces surged forward. "You shouldn’t have set a foot in my territory. " Gabriel’s voice echoed. "And you shouldn't have set a finger on my mate. You still have a chance to return her back. Otherwise, the consequences wouldn't be good for your pack." I roared. "Eliana isn't going anywhere with you. Stay in your limits." Ethan growled. "We won’t let you lay a finger on her." Aiden said. That's all it took me to lose my shit. These assholes are asking for destruction, then be prepared to face it
ELIANA Before my mind could even begin to settle around the truth about my mother… about Jeremiah… the world decided I wasn’t done being shaken yet. Not even close. I stood frozen in the grand hall of Silver Claw, my heart thundering as my father’s hand rested protectively on my shoulder. The room felt alive—buzzing with power, history, and eyes that carried centuries of stories. "There is more you need to know," Gabriel said quietly. More. I wasn’t sure how my heart hadn’t already shattered. He guided me forward, and the moment I took another step, the entire hall shifted. People stood in a wide arc, their presence overwhelming—not threatening, but heavy with authority and reverence. "This," my father announced, his voice echoing, "is my daughter. Eliana. She is finally home." A silence fell so deep it rang in my ears. Then, one by one, they bowed. Not low. It's not submissive. Respectful. My breath caught painfully. "I… I don’t understand," I whispered. A woman steppe
JEREMIAH The moment I crossed into my kingdom, I felt it.Unrest.It seeped into the air like poison—thick, uneasy, laced with fear and fury. Lycans moved faster than usual, voices low, eyes sharp. Every head turned when I passed, every bow heavier than it should have been.They knew.Their Luna Queen was missing.Kevin must have informed everyone. "My mate was missing.'I clenched my fists as I walked through the massive doors of the royal hall, my wolf pacing violently beneath my skin.'She’s out there,' he snarled. 'Taken. Surrounded by enemies. And we are standing here.'"I know," I growled back internally. "And we will burn the world if we have to."The council was already assembled.My mother sat at the head of the chamber, her icy presence dominating the room. Hyna—Queen of the Lycan Kingdom. She is still holding that position until my mate takes over. Power radiated from her like cold fire, her sharp eyes lifting the moment I entered.My father, Timothy, stood beside her, ar







