Chained by Bond

The moon was high, swollen, and pale, throwing silver fire across the Hollow Moon Pack’s gathering grounds. Silver was born under a moon like this—rare, sacred, a child destined for greatness. But greatness had teeth, and silver never grew.She stood at the edge of the circle, the hum of voices thick around her. Wolves filled the clearing, warriors and elders, their laughter and talk heavy with pride after another successful patrol. She smiled when they looked her way, but her stomach curled. They didn’t see her as destined; instead, she was seen as fragile. A wolf without her wolf.“Silver.” Her father, Alpha White of the Hollow Moon pack, called for her, his voice breaking through the noise from the wolves. He towered above her; his broad shoulders and grey-streaked hair caught the light. He clapped a heavy hand on her shoulder, warm and steady. “You are being too quiet. Come and sit with your old man.”“I’m fine, Father,” she lied through her teeth, the weight of the whispers press

Silver turned, her white-blonde hair matted with dirt, her hands still streaked with her father’s blood. Forms moved between the trees, their eyes glistening in what little light there was, as the day was already breaking. Rogues, she could tell. Their movements were slow, deliberate, and sharp. They were predatory. Her stomach dropped, she didn’t realise that she had crossed the boundary, and was currently standing in their territory.“An intruder”, one of them snarled, his voice was raspy in a way that carried stillness.They soon stepped closer, and she could make them out. Another one of them bared his teeth at her and took a couple of steps closer to her, his claws trailing the trees that were near him. “She doesn’t belong here,” he hissed. “What do we do with her?” The circle around her formed as the others circled her, hemming her in as the forest itself felt like a trap closing in. One of them gave a low, humorless chuckle, his eyes glinting. “She wandered in on her own. Ma

Silver lay on the bed in the room she was given, unable to sleep. She stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts going back to her finding out that the rogue Alpha was her mate and him showing no interest in her whatsoever. Every word Arthur threw at her, the cold gaze weighed on her chest.“Why should it be my concern if your father dies?”She closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back the thoughts that the statement brought to her mind, but the echoes of it remained. The scariest thought that plagued her mind was, what if she went back and found nothing left?She was unable to force the sleep to come, but she could hear the not-so-quiet whispers outside the door. She tried to listen in, putting pieces of the conversations together.‘That is her, the lady that is the Alpha’s mate, but he doesn’t seem pleased by it.”“She is no longer his mate. I heard that he rejected her.”“Imagine the shame, coming here to beg only to get rejected.”“She’s leading our men to a bloodbath.”Her stomac