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Waiting for Silver

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-01-30 15:39:19

Faye pov

I sat on the edge of my cot with my daughter cradled in my arms again. She nursed quietly, with her small mouth working in steady pulls that made my chest ache in the best way. Every time she fed it reminded me why I had stepped forward in the courtyard, and why I had offered my life without a second thought. She was worth every second of fear, every drop of blood, and every failed attempt at shifting. I brushed my thumb across her soft cheek and tried to hold on to that feeling before
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  • His rejected curvy secret    Jacob’s Desperate Gamble

    Jacob pov The moment the silver light exploded outward from Faye and the baby, panic spread across the battlefield instantly. Wolves staggered backward while shielding their eyes from the brightness. Some of the corrupted wolves screamed and collapsed onto the dirt as the echo surged through the clearing in powerful waves. The ground beneath our feet trembled hard enough to crack further, and the pressure in the air became so intense that breathing itself started feeling difficult. But none of that mattered to me. My attention stayed fixed entirely on Faye. She stood in the center of the clearing with the baby held tightly against her chest while silver light poured around both of them endlessly. Tears continued sliding down her face, and even from several feet away, I could see how badly her body was shaking. She looked exhausted. Not physically alone. Something deeper than that. The fear that hit me at that moment nearly stopped my heart completely because I realized she

  • His rejected curvy secret    The First Test

    Faye POV Silence surrounded me even though the battlefield was still full of injured wolves, broken ground, and lingering fear. The noise around me felt distant now. I could still hear growls, uneven breathing, and the sound of movement somewhere behind me, but none of it reached me fully. My focus stayed locked on the baby in my arms and the strange presence pressing against my thoughts. The echo had changed. Before, it reacted wildly to danger and emotion. Every surge came with fear or desperation. But now it felt controlled. Aware. Watching me carefully. The silver light around my daughter pulsed steadily against my chest, warming my skin through the bloodstained fabric of my clothes. My arms tightened around her instinctively. Despite everything happening around us, she remained calm. Too calm. That frightened me more than the battle itself. My throat tightened as I slowly lifted my head. Jacob stood several feet away, restrained by Elara. The panic on his face hur

  • His rejected curvy secret    The Corrupted Speak

    Darius POV Pain spread through my body so intensely that it became difficult to separate physical agony from the damage happening inside my mind. My muscles kept tightening uncontrollably, and every few seconds my claws pushed halfway through my fingers before retreating again. The constant shifting left my hands covered in blood. My breathing sounded uneven in my own ears, rough and strained, while sweat rolled down the side of my face despite the cold night air surrounding the battlefield. Around me, the other corrupted wolves struggled just as badly. Some paced violently across the ruined clearing while muttering to themselves. Others crouched low against the ground with their hands gripping their heads as if they were trying to physically stop the voices tearing through their minds. One wolf slammed his fist repeatedly into the dirt hard enough to break the skin across his knuckles. Another growled nonstop beneath his breath, unable to stop the sound no matter how ha

  • His rejected curvy secret    Elara’s Secret

    Elara pov Jacob’s body tensed beneath my grip the moment I stopped him. I could feel the desperation radiating from him, sharp and unstable, like he was seconds away from tearing himself apart to reach Faye. His breathing was uneven, and the fury in his eyes told me he was already blaming himself for everything that had happened tonight. Riven’s death had broken something inside him. I saw it clearly every time his eyes drifted toward the blood still staining the battlefield. He carried guilt heavily, and guilt made people reckless. Right now, recklessness would kill Faye faster than Korran ever could. “If you touch her now,” I repeated firmly, tightening my grip on his arm, “you’ll kill her.” Jacob stared at me in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” His voice came out rough and strained. “She needs help.” “She does,” I answered quietly. “But not like this.” He looked past me immediately, his attention snapping back toward Faye standing in the center of the clearing.

  • His rejected curvy secret    Jacob’s Breaking Point

    Jacob POV The ground remained cracked beneath our feet, and the air still carried traces of the strange energy that had exploded from the baby’s echo moments earlier. Wolves were scattered across the clearing in different states of injury and exhaustion. Some were struggling to stand while others remained on the ground, breathing hard and trying to regain their strength. Blood stained the dirt in several places, and the scent of smoke mixed heavily with the sharp smell of fear. Pain spread through my ribs every time I inhaled, but I barely paid attention to it. Blood had dried along my jaw from a cut I did not remember receiving, and my palms burned from scraping against the rough ground earlier. None of those injuries mattered enough to hold my focus. The only thing I could see was Faye standing at the center of the clearing with the baby in her arms. Something about her had changed. At first glance, she still looked like herself. She still held the baby close against he

  • His rejected curvy secret    Korran’s Confession

    Korran povThe battlefield had fallen silent, its quietness making my teeth ache. Not quite like peace, but like the pause before a storm finally tore the sky apart. Every wolf, loyal or corrupted, seemed suspended, caught between motion and hesitation, like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next movement, the next surge, the next choice that would reshape everything.I ignored the chaos around me—the scattered wolves, the injured struggling to rise, the blackened earth still smoking from the last surge. My eyes were locked on her. Faye. The vessel. She held the child against her chest, light radiating from it, a fragile beacon of something far older and far larger than either of us. Every tense muscle, every flicker of her breath, every tiny shift of the glow told me she was on the edge, balancing between fear and faith.Decades of preparation had brought me here. Years of study, careful patience, sacrifices I had never let anyone see, all led to this momen

  • His rejected curvy secret    Blood and Silver

    Faye pov“Faye Miller. Step forward and offer your blood. Let the runes judge.”Harlan’s voice rang out clear and firm across the small stone circle behind the pack house. The words hit me like a cold wind as I stood at the edge of the circle with Jacob right beside me. His shoulder brushed mine fo

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  • His rejected curvy secret    First Steps

    Faye POV The pack house doors closed behind us with a heavy thud that echoed down the stone steps. Sunlight hit my face all bright and warm, but it didn’t touch the cold knot in my stomach. Two days. That was all we had until the full assembly. Two days to prove I wasn’t just a girl with glowing

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  • His rejected curvy secret    After the Light

    Faye pov The silver glow on the stone had already started to fade by the time Harlan finished speaking, but the energy in the circle refused to settle. Wolves didn’t rush off right away. They drifted apart slowly, in twos and threes, with their heads bent close as they talked in hushed voices. Yo

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  • His rejected curvy secret    Awakening to Whispers

    Faye pov The soft light filtering through the white canvas felt gentle on my face when I first opened my eyes. It was morning, or close to it. The tent smelled like wood smoke, herbs, and the faint metallic tang of healing salves. My body felt heavy, as though every muscle had been squeezed and le

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