FAZER LOGINThe Silver Shield has been invoked! 🛡️ Elena and Xander are taking the ultimate risk, a ritual that could save the pack territory for 72 hours, but at a cost that might be fatal for Maya. Katerina’s betrayal has forced their hand, and now the entire pack is watching. Will the 'Silver Shield' hold against the High Council, or is the price of survival too high for a four-year-old to pay? Do you think Xander is right to use Maya for the ritual, or is Katerina right that this is a dangerous mistake? Drop a '❄️' for Team Maya or a '🛡️' for Team Shield! — Sloane Sterling
Maya was asleep when they got back.Dr. Aris had her in a private room, monitors tracking her vitals, IV in her small arm.Elena collapsed into the chair beside the bed and just stared.Her daughter's face was pale. Too pale. Dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days instead of hours."She channeled too much power," Aris said quietly from the doorway. "Her body isn't developed enough to handle that kind of output. She'll be okay, but she needs rest. Complete rest. No excitement. No stress.""How long?" Elena's voice was rough."A week. Maybe more.""And after that?""She should recover fully. But—" Aris hesitated. "But doing this again could cause permanent damage. To her ability to channel. To her connection with the Resonance."Elena closed her eyes. "She saved my life.""I know. And she almost killed herself doing it." Aris moved closer. "You need rest too. The extraction attempt—Elena, they were pulling your power out of you piece by piece. That kind of trauma does
Elena woke to glass walls and the smell of silver.She was in a cell. Small. Maybe eight feet by eight feet. Three walls concrete. One wall clear glass.And on the other side of that glass, another cell.Xander.He was already awake. Sitting against the back wall. Blood dried on his temple. His eyes met hers.Can you hear me? she tried through the bond.Nothing. Just silence.The neutralizer was still working.Elena tried to stand. Made it halfway before her legs gave out. Sat back down hard.A door opened somewhere outside the cells.Footsteps. Multiple sets.Alexander Moss appeared in front of the glass. Three guards with him. All wearing masks."Good morning," Moss said pleasantly. "I hope you slept well."Elena said nothing."The cells are equipped with constant silver-mist emitters," he continued. "Low dose. Just enough to keep your wolf suppressed. You won't die from it. But you won't be shifting any time soon either."He gestured at the concrete walls. "Reinforced. Soundproof.
Xander spent the next day on the phone.Not with allied Packs. Not with the Council territories who’d supported him in the past.With rogues.The ones he’d ignored for years. The ones who operated outside pack law. The ones who had no reason to help him—rogues who’d been hunted, betrayed, or simply left to survive on their own. Rogues who’d learned the hard way that packs only cared when they needed something.Elena listened from the doorway as he made his pitch, voice low and steady, the kind of tone that didn’t beg but didn’t threaten either.“I know we’ve never been allies,” Xander said into the phone. “I know you have no reason to trust me. But the Council is creating an immortality market using Silver Wolf blood. Which means every rogue with unusual abilities becomes a target. Today it’s Silver Wolves. Tomorrow it’s healers. Seers. Anyone with power they can harvest.”A pause. Elena could hear the faint crackle of the line, the other person breathing.“I’m offering protection. Te
The pack house gates had never looked so good.Elena sat forward in her seat as they pulled through, watching wolves pour out of buildings. Warriors. Families. Staff. Everyone who'd heard the news.The Luna was home.The convoy stopped in the main courtyard. Xander barely had the truck in park before Elena was out and moving."Medical wing," she said."I know." He was right behind her.They pushed through the crowd. People tried to stop them—to ask questions, to celebrate, to touch Elena like they needed physical confirmation she was real.Elena ignored all of it.Maya. She needed Maya.The medical wing was quieter. Dr. Aris stood outside one of the rooms, looking relieved."She's inside," he said. "Awake. Asking for you."Elena didn't wait for permission. Just opened the door.Maya sat on the bed, wearing pajamas that were too big for her, hair messy, holding a stuffed rabbit Elena had never seen before.Their eyes met.For a second, neither moved.Then Maya's face crumpled and she l
Elena spent the night tracing her father's words in the dark.Over and over. Memorizing every letter. Every curve. Making sure she could recall them perfectly even without seeing them.The network survives. The Grey's legacy lives. Find the Keeper of the Path. Trust Garrett.The Keeper of the Path.At first she'd thought it meant Garrett. Or his family. But that didn't make sense—her father wouldn't need to tell her to find someone at Blackwood. He'd need to tell her to find someone she wouldn't normally look for.Someone hidden.Someone inside the Council itself.Elena sat up. The movement made her head spin—she hadn't eaten since yesterday. Hadn't slept. But her mind was suddenly clear.A Keeper inside the Council. Someone maintaining the Grey's resistance network from within the organization that had tried to destroy it.The question was: how would she find them?And more importantly: would they even help her?The overhead light came back on. Dimmer than before, but enough to see by
The transport vehicle had no windows.Just metal walls, a bench bolted to the floor, and the suppression cuffs digging into Elena's wrists.The hollow feeling was the worst part.Where her wolf should have been—that constant presence, that other half of herself—there was nothing. Just empty space. Like someone had reached inside her chest and carved out everything that made her her.The pack bond was gone too. The connection to Xander, to Maya, to everyone at Blackwood. Severed. Silent.Elena was just human now. Completely, terrifyingly human.The vehicle hit a bump. She braced herself against the wall.How long had they been driving? An hour? Three? She'd lost track.The Inquisitor who'd cuffed her sat across from her, reading something on a tablet. He hadn't spoken since they'd left pack territory."Where are we going?" Elena asked. Her voice sounded strange without her wolf backing it. Thin. Weak."Containment facility," he said without looking up."Where?""You'll see when we arriv







