Rise Of The Silver Wolf의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Once the healer declared Adrian stable, his breathing even and his life no longer hanging in the balance, Katrina felt a fleeting wave of relief, but it was quickly swallowed by a torrent of emotions. She didn’t linger at his side, didn’t even glance into the room where he lay recovering. Her mind was a chaotic swirl, thoughts colliding, and she rushed back to her room, her legs heavy with the weight of her worry, her heart still racing from the events that had unfolded. Inside, she shut the door, her hands shaking as she fumbled for her phone, nearly dropping it in her haste. She dialed her father’s number, her fingers trembling so badly she had to steady them against the phone. When he answered, his voice warm and familiar, she unleashed everything, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. She told him about Adrian’s collapse, the moment he’d called her Ashley, how his body had gone limp in her arms, his eyes closed, his face pale. Her voice cracked, raw with fear, as she relived t

My body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle heavy and unresponsive, my eyelids so weighed down I could barely lift them. When I tried to open my eyes, a sudden burst of light made me wince, forcing them shut again, my head throbbing with the effort. I waited, breathing slowly, and after a few seconds, I tried again, my eyes fluttering open to stare at the ceiling. It looked familiar, the faint patterns stirring a memory, and as my brain struggled to pull itself together, I realized it was the same ceiling I’d seen before, in a room in Iron Claw. My heart sank a little—am I back here again? I asked myself, confusion swirling in my mind as I tried to make sense of it. A soft shuffling sound came from my side, and I turned my neck, wincing at the stiffness, to see Silvia sitting up from a small bed nearby. Her hair was mussed, her eyes heavy with sleep, like she’d been dozing there, keeping watch over me. “Ashley,” she called, her voice soft but urgent as she moved toward me, her

“I didn’t care,” he said, his voice dropping low, almost a growl. “I was ready to fight them all, to tear down anyone who tried to stand between us. And she—she was just as ready. We stood our ground, ruled this pack side by side, and eventually, the whispers faded. People stopped talking. They saw we weren’t going anywhere.” He leaned forward now, his hands unclenching, spreading flat on the desk like he needed something solid to hold onto. “Two years later, she got pregnant.” His voice softened, and for the first time, I saw a flash of something like joy in his eyes, mixed with something else—something heavy, like dread. “We were overjoyed, but… scared, too. Not of each other, never that, but of what it meant. What kind of child would we bring into this world? A wolf? A dragon? Something else entirely? We didn’t know. Nobody did.” He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to his hands. “Time passed, and the day came. Our children were born—not one, but two.” His voice cracked, raw with

**You're the same age**, he said, his voice low and rough, like he was piecing together a puzzle that had been scattered for years. His eyes darted between Silvia and me, searching our faces for something—maybe a trace of himself, maybe a memory he couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze lingered, heavy with hope. I turned to Silvia, my heart twisting in my chest. Her brow was furrowed, her lips pressed tight, and I could tell she was wrestling with the same storm of confusion and doubt that churned inside me. Her eyes, wide and searching, met mine for a fleeting moment, and in that glance, I saw the same question burning in her mind: *What is happening here?* Silvia’s voice broke the silence, steady but edged with urgency. “What was her name?” she asked, her words hanging in the air like a challenge. He blinked, caught off guard, his expression softening as if her question had pulled him into a memory he both cherished and dreaded. “Our mother,” Silvia clarified, her tone sharper now, deman

**The day we first arrived here poisoned with wolfsbane**, I woke up from the dream, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break through my chest. My mind was still tangled in the images of that nightmare, vivid and raw, as if I’d lived it. I stumbled out of bed, my legs shaky, and somehow, for reasons I couldn’t explain, the nurse led me straight to you. Her face was kind but unreadable, and she didn’t say much, just guided me through the halls until I found you, Silvia said. I looked at her now, the pieces clicking into place, my mind clearing like fog lifting after a long night. I’d always wondered how Silvia had found her way to me so quickly that day, how she’d known exactly where to go in this unfamiliar place. I hadn’t asked her then—my head was too clouded, still reeling from the dream that had gripped me, the same one she’d just described in haunting detail. It wasn’t just similar—it was identical, down to the smallest moments, except in my dream, I was called Elen