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GHOSTS OF SILVER FANG

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The hum of Raven Ridge was both comforting and disorienting. Cars honked in the distance, neon lights flickered across damp sidewalks, and the chatter of humans filled the streets—ordinary life, loud and relentless. Yet for Elora, each sound was alien, too sharp, too alive, as though she had been thrust into a world that had moved on without her.

It had been only three months. Three months since her friends had last seen her, three months since her name had flashed across missing-person posters plastered on telephone poles and store windows. But for Elora, it had been a lifetime. A lifetime of blood moons, curses, betrayals, and Joel’s final scream echoing in her mind.

She walked past the corner café where she and Ava used to sneak in after school, the smell of roasted coffee beans curling around her like an embrace she didn’t deserve. People stared as she passed—her silver hair catching the glow of the streetlamps like a beacon. She tugged the hood of he
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  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    DREAMS

    The sharp scent of antiseptic hit Elora’s nose before her eyes fluttered open. The world was too bright, a flood of white light searing against her vision. The steady beep of a machine echoed in the sterile room, slow and deliberate, like a heart beating outside of her own body.Her lips were cracked when she whispered, “Joel…”A familiar laugh cut through her haze. “Finally. Look who decided to wake up.”Elora turned her head weakly, her muscles screaming as if they’d forgotten how to move. Maya sat at her bedside, arms folded across her chest, her face creased with a mixture of relief and exasperation.“You’ve been in a coma for two months, Elora. Two months,” Maya said, leaning closer. “I nearly lost my mind waiting for you to open your stubborn eyes.”Elora blinked, confusion and panic threading through her. “Two months? No… no, that’s not possible. I was just—” She tried to sit up, but pain shot through her body, forcing her bac

  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

    The sharp scent of antiseptic burned her nose before her eyes opened. Beeping machines hummed in rhythm, their sounds crisp and foreign compared to the whisper of trees or the growl of wolves. For a moment, Elora lay still, her mind torn between dream and reality.When she finally blinked, the white ceiling above her swam into focus. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed softly, sterile and unyielding. She wasn’t in the cabin. She wasn’t in the forest. She wasn’t in Silverfang.She was in… Raven Ridge.“Elora?”The voice was soft, tentative, disbelieving. She turned her head slowly, and her breath caught. Standing at her bedside was Maya, her best friend, eyes swollen from crying but lit up with desperate relief. Behind her, two others hovered—Caleb and Iris, their faces pale, as though they were seeing a ghost.“Y-you’re awake,” Maya stammered, pressing a trembling hand to her lips. Then, unable to hold back, she rushed forward, grab

  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    THE UNRAVELING

    The world outside the cabin had grown eerily quiet, as if Silverfang itself was holding its breath. The forest that once buzzed with whispers of unseen spirits now seemed still, waiting, almost watching. Elora sat by the wooden window, staring out into the fading twilight. Her reflection on the glass looked ghostly—eyes shadowed by fatigue, lips pale, hair tangled. For the first time, she truly looked like what she was: a girl caught between two worlds, carrying a curse that was breaking her from the inside out.Joel had been silent for most of the day. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his broad frame tense with the kind of restlessness that had no outlet. His wounds had healed faster than hers, but the ache in his chest had nothing to do with injuries. It was Elora. Always Elora.“You haven’t eaten all day,” Joel finally spoke, his voice low but rough, like gravel being dragged.Elora didn’t turn. “I’m not hungry.”“That’s not an

  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    ASHES OF THE CURSE

    Ashes of the CurseThe curse has chosen its vessel. And soon… the vessel will break.The whisper rippled through the air like a living thing—soft, venomous, and cruel. Joel’s head snapped up, eyes scanning the darkness. Nothing moved. No footsteps, no breath, only the low hum of power that seemed to tremble beneath the earth.“Elora…” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. “Did you hear that?”Her eyelids fluttered open, lashes heavy with exhaustion. “Hear what?” she breathed weakly, her words barely audible.Joel’s grip tightened on her hand. “Voices. They’re close.”But Elora only shook her head, confusion clouding her silver eyes. “There’s nothing. It’s quiet.”He frowned, heart pounding harder. The forest was quiet—but not naturally so. It was the stillness of something waiting, watching. His instincts screamed at him to move, to run, to take her far from this place before the silence shattered.Then the ear

  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    WEIGHT OF SHADOWS

    The forest had never felt so alive, and yet so suffocating. A thousand branches whispered above Elora’s head, the night wind carrying the scent of damp moss and forgotten blood. Every step she took seemed to echo back at her, as though the trees themselves were keeping count, reminding her of the fragile distance she still had left to walk before her fate caught up with her.Joel walked at her side, though slower now, his steps marked by a limp he tried to conceal. He had been wounded in the last confrontation with Kerric’s loyalists, but he said nothing of it. His silence carried the weight of his devotion, every ounce of his strength focused on making sure she kept moving forward. His hand brushed hers occasionally, a subtle reassurance, grounding her against the storm raging inside her.“Elora,” he finally murmured, voice rough like stones dragged across each other. “You’ve been too quiet.”Her lips parted, but no words came. What could she say? Th

  • BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT    GHOSTS OF SILVER FANG

    The hum of Raven Ridge was both comforting and disorienting. Cars honked in the distance, neon lights flickered across damp sidewalks, and the chatter of humans filled the streets—ordinary life, loud and relentless. Yet for Elora, each sound was alien, too sharp, too alive, as though she had been thrust into a world that had moved on without her.It had been only three months. Three months since her friends had last seen her, three months since her name had flashed across missing-person posters plastered on telephone poles and store windows. But for Elora, it had been a lifetime. A lifetime of blood moons, curses, betrayals, and Joel’s final scream echoing in her mind.She walked past the corner café where she and Ava used to sneak in after school, the smell of roasted coffee beans curling around her like an embrace she didn’t deserve. People stared as she passed—her silver hair catching the glow of the streetlamps like a beacon. She tugged the hood of he

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