บททั้งหมดของ SILVER IN THE SHADOWS: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

During the ceremony,Every dignitary and other stronger packs had been invited to what was supposed to be our birthday party,Trisha my twin sister was back in her room probably preparing for her party downstairs.Just like how it had always been fr the past five years,hidden amongst the shadow my father bellowed my name." Trixie,go and get your sister .Tell her the ceremony is about to start and after that I'd prefer if you disappeared for the rest of the night."''Yes father ,''I squeaked.Father wasn't always like this,his attittude changed on that fateful night,when everything in my life went south.''Maybe if she was still here,I'd also be in the party and not just some errand girl."''Trisha ,Father requests for you.''''Faster,Xander,oh my God!'' Her voice echoed the empty hallway. Soon a series of laughter followed by a click of the lock were heard.''What do do you want ,reject ? I thought I made it clear tonight stay off my lane,can't have you ruining things as you always do.'

His room was vintage themed.Old paintings and artefacts littered on the wall but no personal item was in sight.The bedsheets were under the bed the only evidence of the activities of the previous night.''I better start working,whatever he does should not be of my concern.''Noises from outside brought me out of my cleaning trance and I could not help but run towards the direction of the noise which was the huge windows in his room.Below was a group of young wolves whom I assume were being trained and the noise was from their cheering.In the middle were two men spurring,Ryker and a man I had not yet seen.The size of his body was a dead giveaway that he was a top warrior.As I walked down the hallway,I heard whispers.''Have you seen the new girl ? ''''I only caught a glimpse of her when she was being taken to her room.''I followed the voices which led me to the pack kitchen ,the shock plastered on their faces was enough proof that they had not expected me to appear in their pre

The bruises on my thigh had started to throb again.I told myself it was fine—I could walk it off, push through the pain like I always did. But when I almost collapsed while carrying water buckets to the kitchen, Emma all but shoved me out the door.“Go see Eric,” she ordered. “Now. Before your leg gives out for good.”I didn’t argue.The walk to the medical wing felt longer than usual, partly because of the ache in my muscles—and partly because of the soft flutter I always felt when I thought of him.Eric.Not Ryker, with his dangerous eyes and painful silences.Not Will, who was calm and kind like a gentle snowfall.But Eric—sunshine in human form. His smirk could knock the air from my lungs. The way his fingers lingered when he patted my shoulder or helped me up, the way he winked when I passed him in the hallway. All of it made something bloom in my chest. Something silly. Something I hadn't allowed myself to feel in a long time.A crush. A sweet, stupid crush.He was funny. Stron

The days passed like a tightening noose.The air in the pack house had shifted. It was no longer tense but brittle, like one wrong breath would shatter everything. Trixie still did her duties with mechanical precision: checking the pups' bruises after training, brewing calming teas for insomniac warriors, even running supply checks for the infirmary. But Ryker could feel her absence even when she was in the room.Especially when she was in the room.They hadn’t spoken since the confrontation. Not a glance. Not a word. Just silence thick enough to choke on.The pack felt it.They always did.Ryker stood outside the strategy hall, arms crossed, jaw locked. Trixie walked past him on her way to the supply station without so much as a flicker of acknowledgment. Not even the usual sarcasm. She was wearing her usual black joggers, her braid swinging behind her, and Ryker hated how his eyes still found her, still searched her.She didn’t look at him.And that—that burned more than anything.“

The full moon had risen, and the forest was alive.Feet pounded the earth in a primal rhythm. Wolves ran like shadows -flashes of fur and heat between trees, the collective heartbeat of a pack woven into a wordless, wild pulse. Ryker led the run, his wolf just beneath the surface, energy thrumming with the scent of moss, blood, and something deeper.Freedom.It was the one time he could almost forget. Almost.Except she was still there.Marla.He didn’t see her at first not until the run broke into groups, some peeling off for a chase, others weaving deeper into the northern ridge for the endurance loop. Ryker slowed, breath even, and turned toward the clearing near the river bend.She was already there. Waiting. Leaning against a tree like she hadn’t just run ten miles through underbrush.And when she looked at him, it wasn’t the way a wolf looked at an Alpha.It was the way a woman looked at the man who had stopped calling.“Really?” she said, arms crossed over her chest. “You’re g