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Shadow

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The Ridge howled differently now.

Gone were the ceremonial chants, the proud footfalls of soldiers in polished armor. Gone, too, was the voice of Silas—Alpha King of The Ridge, feared and revered in equal measure.

All that remained now was the echo of power drained too quickly, and the daughter left behind to carry what she thought she had earned.

Trisha stood before the council with her hands clasped tight behind her back, nails biting into her own skin. Her crown—a circlet of silver and onyx—felt heavier by the hour.

“The people are unsettled,” said Elder Merrin, his tone as sharp as his narrowed eyes. “Three moons have passed since the siege. They want a voice. They want strength.”

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  • SILVER IN THE SHADOWS   Love and Friendship

    The pack’s dispensary smelled of healing—mint, lavender, and the faint warmth of stewed roots. Shelves lined the rock walls, heavy with jars of dried herbs and tinctures. Soft morning light filtered through a small window, painting the room in muted gold. It had always been Will’s domain, a space both safe and sacred.Trixie stood at the threshold, the moonstone ring on her finger glinting faintly in the glow. Her pulse throbbed not from fear, but from the weight of what she was about to do. She drew in the aroma of healing before stepping inside.Will was bent over a workbench, carefully mixing crushed basil with honey. Nearby, Eric lounged on a stool, reading a ledger. He looked up as she entered. His eyes were steady, warm—an unwavering anchor. He and Will had a relationship rooted in years of trust a

  • SILVER IN THE SHADOWS   Forever Luna

    The first light of dawn crept through the frost‑rimmed windows, painting the cabin in soft, golden hues. Shafts of sun warmed the wooden floorboards and scattered across the bed where Ryker and Trixie lay tangled skin still slick with memory, breaths shallow but steady.Trixie stirred, eyelashes fluttering as she came awake in the familiar press of his body. Ryker held her gently, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with hers. Their night together had been both reverent and wild, a merging of hunger and safety, passion and devotion. Now, in the hush of early morning, their bond felt like something ancient being woven anew.He watched her sleep—observed the delicate rise of her shoulder, the stray tendrils of hair along her jaw and something in him rose too. A tide of certainty, gentle yet insistent, moved through him. This night had unveiled everything he felt for her, and as the dawn deepened, he knew he had to ask.Ryker shifted, careful not to disturb her too much. He curled a p

  • SILVER IN THE SHADOWS   Shadow

    The Ridge howled differently now.Gone were the ceremonial chants, the proud footfalls of soldiers in polished armor. Gone, too, was the voice of Silas—Alpha King of The Ridge, feared and revered in equal measure.All that remained now was the echo of power drained too quickly, and the daughter left behind to carry what she thought she had earned.Trisha stood before the council with her hands clasped tight behind her back, nails biting into her own skin. Her crown—a circlet of silver and onyx—felt heavier by the hour.“The people are unsettled,” said Elder Merrin, his tone as sharp as his narrowed eyes. “Three moons have passed since the siege. They want a voice. They want strength.”“T

  • SILVER IN THE SHADOWS   Confessions II

    Trixie swallowed hard. “It was a bright morning. No warning. No omens. The kind of light you don’t notice until you realize it’s the last you’ll ever see without shadows.”She glanced back to the window. “We were in my sitting room. She was brushing my hair, humming something I’ve long forgotten. I had a new ribbon—pearl grey. I remember because she smiled when she tied it. And I lived for her smiles.”A muscle worked in her throat.“Then came the scream. A guard’s. Maybe two. And the air cracked in half.”Her voice softened, gaze distant. “I didn’t understand. I was thirteen. I didn’t know what it meant for someone to breach the southeast gate. I thought... maybe a horse had thrown its rider. Maybe it was nothing.”She blinked hard. “It wasn’t nothing.”She began to pace, barefoot, the stone cool beneath her feet. “Rogues. Three of them. They burst into the corridor—blood already on their axes. No mercy. No words. Just death.”Ryker stood very still.“She shoved me behind her. My moth

  • SILVER IN THE SHADOWS   Confessions

    The rain had come in sideways by dusk, hammering the stone walls of Mooncrest with wild fists. It howled through the iron balconies and slid down glass like grief made visible. Wind bent the banners in the grand hall until their fabric snapped like brittle bone. The castle, built for war, did not flinch. But inside her chambers, Trixie did.She stood at the window, her fingertips ghosting the glass. Ryker watched from behind, quiet, waiting. The storm painted shadows across her face, catching in her damp lashes, highlighting the weary cut of her jaw.She had changed out of her formal tunic. The green gown she wore now clung to her frame, the kind she never wore in public anymore. There were no sigils stitched into the collar. No gold thread. No armor. Just Trixie—bare, unraveling.“I need to tell you something,” she said at last, her voice no louder than the wind.Ryker moved closer but didn’t touch her. “Then tell me.”She turned, slowly. Her eyes, rimmed in a storm of their own, met

  • SILVER IN THE SHADOWS   War of love

    They said Ryker was alive.Trixie didn’t believe them at first.Rumors had a way of haunting the edges of this war — whispers blown from lips cracked with grief, always promising more than truth could carry. But this time, the scouts had names. Faces. Wounds that told stories too brutal to fake.Ryker lived.And he was coming home.The moment the door shut behind the last messenger, Trixie sank into the edge of her bed. Not the throne room. Not the war chamber. Her room. The one place she didn’t have to be Luna. Just Trixie.Her hands shook.He was alive.And he’d stayed away this long.She walked the halls of Mooncrest like a ghost that afternoon. Not regal. Not calm. Just waiting.The last time she’d seen Ryker was a year ago, standing on the edge of the high cliffs before dawn, his hands trembling as he reached for her.“I love you,” he had said. “Even if it costs everything.”She remembered gripping his wrists.“It already has.”He kissed her like a vow. And then he left.He didn’

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