บททั้งหมดของ THE SILVER LINING: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The air in the corridor was stifling as Krishna ran, her bare feet pounding against the cold stone floor. Her vision swam with tears, the image of Miyal and Perfera seared into her mind like a brand. Every moment they had shared, every vow they had made, now felt like ashes slipping through her trembling fingers. Her heart, which had always been for him, felt crushed under the weight of betrayal. She was not going to let this end like that, though. And turning around on a hard breath, taking just a second to wipe her eyes, she began to pace; fury tore at her, its fiery burn a rush of agony through her to do just this-draw out every answer they knew from them. The time was well overdue if Miyal was nothing more than who she now is. She needs to see for herself.The door to his chambers towered before her, slightly ajar as it had been before. She pushed it open with trembling hands and stepped inside.Miyal and Perfera were still there. Miyal stood now, his back to the door, his broad s

The pyre roared to life, the flames licking higher as they consumed the wood piled beneath Krishna. The searing heat clawed at her skin, but the fire in her eyes burned brighter still. Her voice, though hoarse, carried a raw power that silenced the jeering crowd for a moment."Miyal Rhax," she called, her voice a fractured melody of despair and defiance. Her emerald eyes locked onto him, unyielding even as tears streamed down her face. "By the gods, by the ancestors of this pack, you will pay for this betrayal."Miyal flinched, a shiver running through his frame. But his back remained turned to her, his hands clenched into fists so tight they trembled. He could feel the weight of her gaze, piercing through the iron of his resolve, but still, he did not look back. He couldn't.Krishna's voice rose, a haunting chant blending with the crackle of the flames. "You rejected the truth for the lies whispered into your ears. You turned your back on love, on loyalty. You have doomed not only me

The flames had long since died in the Crescent Silver Moon Great Hall, yet the hearth still exhaled the bitter scent of ash and regret. Miyal Rhax sat with his back to the embers, a man pulled in too many directions—alpha, traitor, lover, executioner. The silence was not peace. It was the gnawing void left behind by Krishna’s scream, echoing in the deepest recesses of his soul. Perfera moved like a shadow—graceful, deliberate, wrapped in silence. Her cloak fluttered behind her as she stepped into the ancient chamber rarely visited now, long forgotten by most, but sacred to her.Torches flickered to life at her arrival, ignited by a breath of magic whispered beneath her breath. At the center of the chamber stood the Mirror of Vael—an old relic bound to memory and illusion. She stared into its obsidian glass, her reflection shifting, fragmenting, reforming… revealing her younger self.A girl with silver hair matted in dirt. Eyes swollen from crying. Kneeling beside a burning cottage as

Merva hesitated. “The Alpha will not be pleased.”“He rarely is when reminded of the truth.”"Tell them I am coming."Her voice cracked like ice on fire. Cold, but something old burned beneath—something hungry.Present DayThe Grand Hall was bathed in torchlight, filled with murmurs. Elders and enforcers alike stood waiting, their eyes flicking between Perfera and the empty chair beside her—the Alpha’s throne.Perfera stepped into the hall wearing black and silver. No one spoke as she passed. Power followed her like a storm on heels. She paused beside the empty throne and turned to face them.“I speak on behalf of the Alpha,” she announced, her voice firm, regal. “Reinforce the northern wall. Send hawks to the outlying villages. If the cursed beasts rise again, we will meet them with fire and steel.”“And the Luna’s rites?” asked Elder Cael, his tone carefully neutral. “Do we proceed?”A pause.Perfera’s lips curved. “Yes. We begin at dawn.”A ripple of surprise swept the room.Elder

“I studied,” she said, softly but firmly. “Before I came to this court, I traveled. I read what records remain — in tomes buried beneath ash and locked in ruined vaults. I walked the outskirts of Eglath. The energy there has shifted. You can feel it in the soil.”Elder Cael stared at her, his lined face unreadable. “That is not common knowledge, even among historians.”“No,” Perfera said. “It isn’t.”There was a moment, fleeting but sharp, where her voice cracked — barely — as if brushing against something deeply personal. But it vanished as quickly as it came.Minister Harel tapped the table. “If what you say is true, then Krishna was never the source of the curse.”“She was,” Perfera answered. “She was a A sacrifice to appease the monster for what she done doing spell that make the monster became ravage, Her flames served to cleanse but not enough because until now they are still there.” Her gaze drifted toward Miyal. “The seal is broken because the power that upheld it was dismantl