เข้าสู่ระบบShadowed Veil (Book Two) Six weeks after the fall of Jade and the sealing of the Veil, peace finally touches Silverveil Pack — but it feels fragile, like glass underfoot. Baylee Reeve Vale, once the hunted and the cursed, is now Luna in truth. Her body heals, her bond with Collin deepens, and the life growing inside her glows with quiet power. Yet the scar Jade left in the world hums with strange energy — something ancient, waiting. As Baylee begins to sense whispers from the Veil that only she can hear, her allies prepare for what may come next. Heather stands fiercely at her side, Melody searches for answers in the ruins of prophecy, and Collin tightens the defenses of every border. But even as the packs rebuild, the Moon remains silent — and silence, they learn, is not mercy. When a wounded stranger emerges from the scar bearing the mark of an unknown god, Baylee realizes Jade’s fall was not the end but a beginning. The balance between realms has shifted, and the child she carries may be the key — or the catalyst — to what comes next. Torn between protecting her family and uncovering the truth, Baylee must face her destiny once again… Because peace was never the Moon’s final gift. It was her warning.
ดูเพิ่มเติมThere are moments that divide a pack’s history into before and after.Silverveil had a few.The night Baylee crossed the border.The fall of Jade.The breaking of Bloodmoon in Collin’s chest.And now, the birth of Charlotte Hale.This wasn’t just “a pup was born.” Packs had pups all the time. Life went on.No.This was the night Silverveil drew a line that would not move.The night Collin Hale stood at his border with blood still under his nails from delivering his daughter and told the world: mine.The night something not-wolf answered from the trees and said: we’ll take her anyway.And the night the Moon itself seemed to wake in a newborn’s eyes.—Scene 1: The BorderThe south border of Silverveil was not grand.It wasn’t a stone wall or a trench moat or some Old World thing with spikes.It was a line of pines, scarred and tall, the ground worn where patrols ran so often a low trail had formed. The air hummed with ward-scent—sage, salt, Collin’s dominance, Liam’s steadiness, Melody
Wolves in labor stories are always lies.They always start soft. They always go like, “It was quiet. Candles. Steam. Gentle hands. Everyone spoke in whispers.”That is not what happened when Baylee Vale went into labor.What happened when Baylee Vale went into labor was that Silverveil went on war-footing.—Within three minutes of her first contraction:Liam had doubled border patrol.Ash Ridge scouts had already moved to the southern ridge unasked.Frostfang scent markers had appeared at the east approach like ghost teeth.Heather had three knives on her body and two more hidden in her braid.Zane had stationed himself outside the house and bared his teeth at anyone who so much as breathed too close.Jessica had boiled water because that’s what you’re supposed to do, even though no one knew why, and then boiled more just in case the first batch wasn’t “boiled enough.”Jimmy had taken up pacing like a caged bear.Melissa had braided her hair back, rolled up her sleeves, and taken her
Three weeks later, the bruises had faded.The anger hadn’t.Silverveil had changed.You could feel it the second you stepped past the wardline. The air felt thicker, like it held a low, constant hum. Patrol rotations doubled. No one ran the border alone anymore. Ash Ridge sent two wolves to stay on loan “for a while.” Frostfang started “visiting” in a way that just happened to put scouts in Ironclaw’s path. Hallowmere sent nothing but word, but that word traveled fast and bloody: Ironclaw drugged a Luna and kidnapped an elder in front of witnesses. That story had teeth.Ironclaw wasn’t the same, either.No one had seen Gunner in person since Hollow Creek.His wolves were still sniffing around the south woods, but their posture had changed. Less swagger. Less “we can do what we want.” More twitch.Because Silverveil hadn’t hit back—yet—but everyone felt it coming. Like a storm. Like a bow pulled to full draw and not loosed.And at the center of that bow: Baylee Vale.—Baylee shifted s
Morning broke late over Silverveil.It wasn’t the sunrise that woke the pack—it was the scent.The air in the compound was heavy, electric, alive with the sharp tang of ozone and something older—something wild. Every wolf in Silverveil felt it in their marrow. The moment Collin’s bond flared through the pack link like a struck bell, heads snapped up. Sleepers stirred. Warriors dropped what they were doing. Somewhere, a mother gasped and clutched her child close without knowing why.Their Alpha was still under—but the air said not for long.---Scene 1: The ReturnThe pack gates groaned open before Liam could even shout for them. The courtyard was a blur—wolves rushing to meet the scent of blood and mud and exhaustion. Jessica was the first to appear, her hair undone, her eyes wild. She took in the sight of her daughter-in-law—limping, bruised, Heather and Zane at her sides—and the sound she made wasn’t human.“Baylee,” she breathed, and then she was running.Baylee didn’t get a word o
Night in Silverveil used to mean rest.Now it meant rotation.By the time the moon cleared the ridge, border teams had already swapped twice. The triplets were finally asleep in a nest of blankets in Jessica’s room. Melody had marked every doorframe with sigils that looked like thin-etched frost an
The house felt too small.It was noon and already Silverveil felt wrong — tightened, drawn in. Patrols had doubled. Liam was barking quiet orders out back. There were people in wolf form circling the lodge like silent shadows. Melody had locked herself in the small study with two tomes and a bowl o
Baylee hadn’t slept after the dream.Her body felt like it had been rung like a bell — not bruised, exactly, but vibrating. She lay there until dawn, curled into Collin’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and the steady breaths he took, long and deep and even, because he only slept like that presse
Baylee wasn’t used to being watched by her own pack.But that was what it felt like now.Every time she walked through the center of Silverveil — slow, steady, wrapped in Collin’s old hoodie because she still ran too cold — wolves paused what they were doing to look at her. Not in judgment. Not in






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