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Conception Dream
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SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Conception Dream
Trisha’s lips pressed into a thin line. For a heartbeat it looked as if she might lash back,but instead she drew her cloak tighter around her shoulders and stepped back toward the door.“You’ve made yourself clear,” she said coldly. Her eyes flicked once, briefly, to Trixie’s rounded belly and then away. “I won’t disturb your… peace.”Trixie didn’t move. Her face was carved from stone, but inside her chest her heart thudded with the ache of old wounds reopened. She let the silence be her only reply.Trisha turned on her heel, her boots echoing down the corridor until the sound faded.Trixie stood in the torchlight, the flames painting her reflection across the chamber walls. For a moment, the memories threatened to pull her under — her father’s stern face, Trisha’s easy smile at his side, her own hunger for approval that never came. But then, faint and steady, another sound reached her.Laughter.The laughter of her pack, carrying through the stone walls. The thrum of a drum, the howl
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Thanksgiving
The packhouse looked lively,with the torches lighting the night along with the glow from the fullmoon.The courtyard brimmed with life — pups darted between the legs of warriors, elders sat in circles trading stories, and laughter carried high over the stone walls.At the center of it all stood Trixie. She wore a pale cloak fastened at the shoulder with Ryker’s hand-forged clasp. Her pregnancy showed plainly now, no longer a secret to guard.Ryker remained at her side, one hand always close, as though his very presence was a shield. He looked younger today, softened by the light in his eyes.When she raised her hands, the crowd fell silent, the stillness almost holy.“You gave me everything in war,” she said, voice steady, strong. “Your blades. Your courage. Your hearts. And together, we won back the Ridge. But now… I ask for more. I ask for your peace. Your patience. Your hope.”She touched her belly. “This gift I carry belongs to all of us. A sign that our future is not only forged in
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Secret is out
The keep’s hall had not seen banners since before the war. Tonight, they hung again — deep crimson and silver, the colors of Trixie’s line. Torches burned steady against the stone walls, their light flickering across faces both weary and hopeful.Only a select few were gathered. Captains. Elders. Friends who had bled beside her and lived to see dawn. Lana stood near the front, her walking staff carved with fresh runes of blessing. Droco, broad-shouldered and scarred, leaned against a pillar with his arms folded, his dark eyes softening only when they flicked toward Trixie.At the far end of the hall, Trixie stepped forward. She wore no armor, only a long cloak clasped at her throat, its folds falling open as she reached the dais. Ryker walked at her side, steady, silent, his hand briefly brushing hers before dropping away.The room hushed.Trixie rested both palms against the carved oak table before her, her voice carrying clear in the hall.“You followed me through fire,” she began. “Th
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Lana
The packs buried their dead. Watchtowers were manned. Patrols resumed. The Hollow were gone , for now. But no songs rose, no feasts were held. Every soul knew how quickly silence could turn to screams again.In the keep, Trixie shed her armor and walked the halls like a ghost. She gave orders, signed reports and spoke to captains with the same steady tone she always had but each word felt heavier now. The war was finished, yes, but something else had begun inside her.When the council chamber finally emptied one evening, Ryker lingered in the doorway. He didn’t speak until the room was theirs alone.“You’ve carried us through it” he said softly.Trixie didn’t look up from the map she was pretending to study. “We carried each other.”He crossed the room, stopping behind her chair. His hand brushed her shoulder, grounding. “Don’t do that.”“Do what?”“Make yourself smaller than you are. You ended a war. You deserve to breathe.”Her throat tightened. She let the silence stretch before answ
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS New strategy
Nights were never silent since the war.Stone carried every sound the murmur of sentries, the scrape of boots, the low groans of wind pushing against old shutters. But in the corner chamber Ryker had claimed for them, the noise faded to something softer, almost like a lullaby.They lay tangled together on the narrow cot, armor discarded in a heap that smelled of iron and ash. A single candle guttered at the bedside, throwing their shadows tall against the wall.For once, Trixie was not wrapped in the commander’s mantle. She lay with her back pressed to Ryker’s chest, his arm curled over her, hand spread warm and protective across her stomach. The gesture might have seemed possessive, but it wasn’t , he was guarding both of them with nothing more than his palm.“You’re awake” she murmured, half-drowsy.“I don’t sleep much when you’re this close” he said, his voice roughened by fatigue but threaded with affection. “Feels like wasting time I’ll never get back.”Her lips curved faintly, tho
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Our little secret
The Hollow came at dusk.The pack held the ridge line, shields braced in a jagged arc against the downhill charge. Steel rang sharp in the thinning light, sparks scattering like fireflies crushed under boot.Trixie was there at the front, as always. Armor cinched, sword at hand , her voice cutting through the chaos with the steadiness her warriors clung to.But Ryker, fighting a pace to her left, noticed what others could not.Her blade still struck true, but slower. Her parries came half a beat behind. Where once she had darted like a hawk between gaps in the Hollow’s swarm, tonight her movements were heavier, each step more deliberate.The Hollow pressed. One surged high, jagged claws aimed for her throat. Trixie caught the strike but barely. The counter that should have been swift and lethal faltered, her shoulder dipping as though the weight of the world tugged her bones.Ryker moved before thought. His axe split the Hollow’s skull with a crack that echoed, ichor spattering across
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