All Chapters of Rise Of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

As they finally reached the pack lands, the sight hit them all at once: every single member was already outside, waiting. Men, women, children—even the Silver Fang warriors who had come looking for their missing alpha, Adrian, stood among them, faces tight with the same mix of hope and exhaustion that Ashley felt deep in her own chest. No one spoke much. They just waited.Alpha Alessandro positioned himself right at the entrance to the pack house, shoulders square, the way he always did when he needed to carry the weight for everyone. The rest fell into place naturally—elders closer to the front, families clustered together, the warrior girls forming a loose line behind Ashley and Silvia. Ashley could feel their presence there, steady and quiet, like they were still guarding her even now that the fighting was done.She stood directly across from her father, Silvia right beside her. The distance between them felt bigger than it should have, even though it was only a few yards of packed

I climbed the stairs like my body had decided to keep moving without asking my permission. One foot in front of the other, the wood creaking under me in a way that felt both foreign and strangely familiar, as if the house itself remembered footsteps but couldn't place whose they were. My mind was still spinning, refusing to settle on any single thought long enough for it to make sense. Everything kept crashing into each other—seventeen years of being nothing more than property in the Silver Fang pack, the endless quiet drudgery of it, the way I'd convinced myself that was the bottom, the absolute worst life could throw at someone. I'd been so sure of that. Now the certainty felt childish, like I'd been a kid insisting the dark closet was the scariest thing in the world, only to walk outside and find the sky itself had cracked open. I turned eighteen what—weeks ago? Maybe a month? Time had started slipping like wet soap. One minute I was still the girl who kept her head down and her m

The heavy door creaked open, and there stood Silvia. For a second, I just stared. She was wearing a dress that was almost a mirror image of mine, the same cut and fabric, just in a different shade. We stood there in a silent, slightly uncomfortable standoff, the kind of moment where you want to say something about the coincidence but the words get stuck in your throat. Before either of us could break the silence, movement in the hallway caught my eye. Jasmine appeared, but she wasn't alone. Walking beside her was another girl, someone I hadn't seen before but whose face was undeniably familiar. They had the same eyes, the same build, and most notably, the same awkward, tight-lipped smile that looked like it had been practiced in a mirror. They looked like two versions of the same person standing side by side. "Your dinner's ready, milady," they said. The words came out in perfect, haunting unison. It was synchronized so well it made the hair on my arms stand up. I felt a physical i

The sharp, sudden scrape of Silvia’s chair against the floorboards cut through the static in my mind. It was a harsh, physical sound that forced me back into the room, dragging me away from the dark places my thoughts had been wandering. Before I could even blink to clear my vision, I felt her. Her arms slid around me from behind, a steady, familiar weight that held me together just as I felt myself starting to splinter. The touch was a shock to my system. It was only then, in the safety of her embrace, that I realized how much of a battle I had been fighting within my own body. My spine was a rigid line of tension, as stiff as a piece of seasoned timber. My hands were no longer hands; they were hard, white-knuckled fists pressed so tightly into my palms that my nails were digging half-moons into the skin. My jaw was locked, the muscles aching from the sheer force of holding back everything I wasn't ready to say. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here,” Silvia whispered. Her voice was sof

I left my bedroom with a newfound sense of purpose, the fabric of my dress moving against my legs as I moved. Jasmine followed a few paces behind me, her presence a quiet, supportive shadow that I was slowly becoming accustomed to. As I moved into the hallway, my focus shifted immediately. There was one person I needed to see before I faced the rest of the pack. I crossed the floor directly toward Silvia’s room, my heart beating a little faster with every move. I reached her door and lifted my hand, intending to give a firm knock, but I didn't even get the chance to let my knuckles graze the wood. "Come in," her voice called out from the other side. I froze for a second, my hand hovering in mid-air. I couldn't help but smile. It was that sisterly connection, that shared intuition that had always been there, even when things were at their darkest. She knew I was there before I even made a sound. I pushed the door open and walked inside, but the greeting I had prepared died in my th