All Chapters of Rise Of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Ashley,” I heard a faint voice call in my mind like someone trying to push through into my consciousness, but I blocked it out. It was a distant sound, like someone shouting from the other side of a thick glass wall. I knew that voice. It was soft, familiar, and filled with a kind of worry that should have made me stop, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was far too gone for logic or safety. There was a numbness spreading through the parts of me that used to feel fear, replaced by a cold, hard focus. At that moment, I didn't even care if I lived or die, but I care taking that bastard with me. The image of my father being torn apart was the only thing playing on a loop in the back of my eyes, and it burned away any instinct I had for self-preservation. If my life was the price for his, I was more than willing to pay it. I felt myself move from where I stood and dove into hell. It wasn't a physical jump so much as a total surrender to the violence of the magic in front of me.

Thalindra helplessly watched as she lost her mate for the second time and probably the last, and the last piece of humanity broke in her even though she tried desperately to hold on for her children. The first time she had lost him, the world had felt cold, but there had been a path back to the light. This time was different. Seeing him destroyed with such calculated cruelty felt like a door slamming shut forever. She had tried to be the pillar for her daughters, the steady hand in the storm, but the sight of him being torn away left her hollowed out. Every memory of their life together, every shared look and quiet word, seemed to dissolve into the gray fog of the battlefield. The effort to remain herself, to stay Thalindra the mother and the wife, became too much to bear. She let grief and anger took over as she watched the world through her dragon and did the last thing she ever thought she’d do again. She reached out into the void, into the ancient places she had spent years avoi

Before Thalindra shut her eyes in pain she felt the air shift and a pained yet hopeful smile broke across her face as she whispered "Hail khaleesi" and just then a gush of wind blew over the entire place and people walked out like coming out of an invisible portal, a grey haired but young looking man and a younger man and a woman, the woman stepped forward and knelt beside Thalindra holding her head up, "oh my child" she whispered with teary eyes. Thalindra’s head rested in the woman's lap, her breathing shallow and ragged. The cold that had been settling into her bones seemed to recede just a little at the touch. She looked up at the woman, her vision swimming, seeing the familiar lines of a face she hadn't seen in far too many years. There was a profound sense of relief in her expression, the kind that only comes when a child finally sees their mother after a long, dark night. The woman’s hands were gentle, smoothing back Thalindra’s matted hair, her own face a mask of heartbreak a

Vhagar looked at his grandchild intently and then a proud smile broke out his face. It wasn’t a smile of simple happiness, but one of recognition. He saw the fire in her eyes, the same stubborn streak that surely ran through their entire bloodline. He saw a girl who had been pushed to her absolute limit and, instead of breaking, had decided to become the hammer. He didn't see a victim; he saw a successor. “Your wish is granted my child,” he said letting Viktor fall to the ground. Viktor hit the dirt with a heavy, ungraceful thud, gasping for air and clutching his bruised throat. The sudden release seemed to shock him as much as the initial capture. He scrambled in the dirt, trying to regain some semblance of dignity while the powerful man stood over him like a mountain. Just then someone screamed among the worriors, “No! Ashley not you, let me fight him instead.” It was Adrian. He shoved his way forward, his face pale and tight with an anxiety he couldn't hide. He looked exhausted

Ashley stood over him, her chest heaving, her hands covered in his blood. She felt a strange emptiness starting to fill the space where her rage had been. It wasn't the relief she had expected; it was a heavy, cold realization that even killing him wouldn't bring her father back. But it would stop him from ever hurting anyone else. She looked at her grandfather. Vhagar gave a small, slow nod. Ashley reached down and picked up a discarded blade from the dirt near her feet. It was heavy and cold in her hand. She looked at Viktor one last time. He wasn't even looking at her anymore; his eyes were fixed on the sky, glazed and unfocused. "For my father," she whispered. With a single, decisive motion, she drove the blade home. The silence that followed was absolute. It was a silence that stretched across the clearing, over the broken bodies of the warriors, and into the very heart of the forest. The wind seemed to hold its breath. Ashley stayed there for a long moment, her hand still