All Chapters of Rise Of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Jasmine,” came the reply, soft but clear from the other side of the door. *Who the hell is Jasmine?* I thought, my brow furrowing as I tried to place the name. My mind was already a tangled mess, and this new intrusion felt like one more thing I didn’t have the energy to deal with. I moved to the door, my hand hesitating on the handle for a moment before I pulled it open. Standing there was a girl, beautiful in a quiet way, with big hazel eyes that stared at me without blinking, like she was trying to memorize every detail of my face. She looked about my age, maybe a little younger, her expression caught somewhere between curiosity and nervousness. Her gaze felt intense, almost overwhelming, and I shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. “Hi,” I said, my voice awkward, breaking the silence. She didn’t say anything at first, just kept staring, and I felt a flush of self-consciousness creep up my neck. *What is she looking at?* I wondered, my thoughts spinning. *Do I look as los

The seer, I echoed after him.I caught sight of pack members giving me odd looks, but they turned their eyes away fast when I noticed. I get it, no hard feelings on my end. We're all likely turning over the same puzzles in our heads right now. Oh moon goddess, someone let out a high-pitched sound, and I raised my head to see Katrina with her eyes wide open, charging right at me with her arms spread out like she meant to hug me tight. Go get the seer, I told Lucas, who gave a quick nod and spun around to leave without saying anything else. Then, in a flash, Katrina crashed into me, throwing her arms around my body, but I had zero interest in any big emotional scene. She owed me some real answers, and that's all I could think about.I grabbed her hand without meaning to squeeze so hard, but the pressure built up as I dragged her along behind me. I stayed silent the whole way. My voice felt unreliable, like it might betray me any second. My wolf inside was furious with me for even laying

And then the scene shifted and I saw an image of two people facing me with their backs in a hut that I can only describe as a shrine, the woman's shape curved in the familiar way Katrina stood when she was trying to look innocent, her hair cascading down in those loose waves she always tossed over one shoulder before telling a lie, her hands probably folded in front of her like she did when she wanted sympathy, I couldn't make out their faces but the female figure is unmistakably Katrina, *what was she doing in a place like that?* my mind screamed because Katrina mocked the elders' rituals, said they were old stories for pups, yet here she was in a space that screamed ancient power, her body language tense with purpose, the man beside her tall and still, their shoulders almost touching in a way that suggested secrets shared, I tried to ask but I wasn't in control, my voice stuck in my throat, my body frozen as if someone else held the reins. Then it shifted and this time Katrina was

**Ashley’s POV** I finished massaging the lotion into my skin, and loved how smooth it felt on my skin. My hands moved slow over my arms and legs, pressing the cream in until every bit soaked up, leaving that soft, even touch that made me want to keep rubbing just to feel it longer, my palms gliding from my wrists up to my elbows in one long pass, then back down to my fingers, then over my knees and along my shins, the lotion disappearing into my body like it was meant to be there, making my skin feel brand new, like I could start over if I just kept touching it. I tried as much as I can to live in the moment and stop my brain from freezing from all the questions and doubts that still hunt my mind. *Can I really ever truly forgive Alessandro?* The question sat heavy in my head, making my chest tight, my fingers pausing on my forearm because his name alone made my stomach flip. I pictured his face, the way he looked at me that evening, his eyes too sure, his mouth too close, and my w

The moment I drove into the pack house, I killed the engine and practically jumped out of the car, not just because of my anger but now because of my wolf who was pacing in my head almost aggressively now, Growling mate, confirming that Ashley is really here. My chest tightened as I stood there, staring at the house, the rage that had pushed me all the way here mixing with this raw, insistent urge from my wolf. He wouldn't let up, that single word—mate—rumbling through my thoughts like a warning I couldn't ignore. It made everything sharper, the air cooler against my skin, my senses picking up traces of her even from outside. I'd come here ready to confront whatever stood in my way, but now doubt crept in. What if she didn't want to see me? What if I'd ruined it all for good? I shook my head, trying to clear it, but my wolf just paced harder, his energy making my hands shake a little as I clenched them. This wasn't just about fixing a mistake anymore; it felt like my whole world hung