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SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Into the heart of it
Ryker slipped from the council chambers into the cool night air, each breath swirling in clouds of resolve. He walked the winding wooden paths of North Creek until he found Droco, perched on a stump by the outer fence, cleaning his blade under the moonlight.“Droco,” Ryker began, voice low but firm. The huntsman looked up, eyes reflecting both loyalty and surprise.“I need your help,” Ryker said, stepping close. “You brought Trixie to me that night and started everything. Now, that bond needs strength again.” He paused, meeting Droco’s steady gaze. “Silas is coming, his forces marching. We’ll need someone who knows Ridge terrain, their scouts, their camps. Someone who can move unseen and gather what they need.”Droco sheathed his knife slowly. “You want to know their moves before they make them,” he replied, nodding. “I can do that. I’ll slip across the ridge tomorrow night, blend with the trees. I’ll report back numbers, routes, supply lines. Anything that gives you the edge.”Ryker
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS War and Love
Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter.He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.She’d kept it. The daughters survived. But only one walked freely now.A low snap of a twig jolted him upright. Heart thundered. His hand tightened on his dagger. No threat—just wind straining through broken branches. Yet his mind roared:Trixie—alive, defiant.Trisha—alive, loyal.His wife—dead, because she shielded Trixie from the rogue attack that should have claimed both.Anger flared, sharper than the morning frost.Trixie lives. She shouldn’t have. He pressed the dagger’s flat edge into his palm, the sting ste
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Alpha's Choice
Dawn’s fragile light seeped through frost‑etched windows. Inside Ryker’s hidden cabin, warmth curled around two bodies tangled in aftermath slow breaths, flushed skin, the fragile promise of a future unspoken.Trixie awoke first. Ryker’s arm draped over her waist, protective and still. Everything felt sacred until a hard rap shattered the morning hush.Ryker was upright in an instant, muscles coiled. Trixie mirrored him, heart pounding.Three authoritative knocks -signaling danger and dread.He motioned her down, then moved to the door, blade in hand. Silas, he thought. The Ridge Alpha. Trixie’s father. The memory crashed in banishment, betrayal, death.He opened the door: three figures framed in pale light two enforcers, and Silas, regal and cold.Silas’s voice was cutting: “Ryker. I expected courtesy from the usurper of my daughter’s bed.”Ryker stepped forward. “I’m not your pawn.”Silas’s eyes flicked past Ryker to Trixie’s doorway. “I know what went on last night and why.”He turn
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Entangled
The cabin sat deep in the woods, far from the den and deeper still than the patrol routes. It wasn’t large just a single room, a fireplace, a bed carved by hand. Ryker never mentioned it before. Trixie didn’t ask why.Maybe she didn’t need to.He led her there in silence, their hands clasped, the moon high and swollen with promise. Shadows tangled in the trees. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something older earth, memory, want.Trixie’s pulse quickened with every step. Not from fear. From the quiet certainty of what they were walking toward.When they reached the door, Ryker hesitated. Not from doubt but reverence. He opened it like a secret.Inside, everything smelled like him: cedar, soap, smoke. A blanket lay folded at the foot of the bed. A single candle burned on the nightstand, its flame low and flickering. The windows were dark, rimmed with frost.Trixie stepped in slowly, her breath catching as she turned in place, taking it all in."You built this?" she asked sof
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Days gone by
It started with mornings.Not grand declarations or sudden confessions. Just the soft ritual of shared space: Ryker making coffee in the den’s kitchen while Trixie hovered nearby, half-awake, hair pulled into a messy knot. She never used to be a morning person. Now she had reasons to be.It had been three weeks since that first kiss by the fire.They hadn’t rushed anything since. They hadn’t needed to. There were no ticking clocks in Ryker’s presence, no expectations masquerading as affection. He didn’t reach for more than she offered, and she stopped bracing for the moment someone would.Instead, they learned each other in the in-betweens.Ryker discovered that Trixie liked honey in her tea, not sugar, and that she sometimes reread old books just to visit the parts that hurt in the right way. Trixie learned that Ryker hummed when he cooked—low, thoughtful tunes with no words—and that he took his eggs scrambled, not because he preferred them that way, but because his brother used to a
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS First Kiss
The forest was alive tonight.Silver light dripped through the trees, dappling the earth in pale ribbons as paws pounded soft dirt and breath steamed in the cool air. The pack ran as one—fluid, silent, sure.And this time, Trixie was among them.Not stumbling. Not trailing.Running.Her lungs burned, but in a good way. A strong way. Her body moved with rhythm now, not rebellion—her limbs no longer strangers to the pull of wolf instinct. The first run had left her pale and gasping, crumpled before the river bend, unconscious in Ryker’s arms before she’d even crossed the halfway mark.She’d woken later to the heat of his worry—his scent thick with fear, regret, and something softer that he hadn’t dared name yet.But tonight, she was upright.She was still running.And she was being watched.She felt him behind her long before she saw him—Ryker, pacing her like a shadow. Not pressing her. Not pushing. Just… there. A presence like a second heartbeat. Protective. Quietly proud.They reache
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