All Chapters of Claimed by the silverfang alphas : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

THE MIDNIGHT SUMMIT~MATHIAS'S POV~The War Room was more crowded than it had ever been, but it was completely silent.Marcus Blackthorn stood at the head of the table, his phone resting on the wood like a loaded gun. He had just relayed Heriberto's message: The Siphon is hunting. It wants a vessel. It wants Tate."He's lying," Daxon snarled, pacing the length of the room. His wolf was close to the surface, agitated by the threat to his mate. "He's trying to lure us out into the open so he can ambush us.""Perhaps," Marcus said, his voice cool. "But his intel matches our own. We saw the Siphon attack the training class. We know it drains magic. And we know Tate..." He glanced at her. "...is a unique natural abnormality."Tate sat to my right. She was pale, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Since losing her magic, she had felt weak to me. Now, knowing something wanted to wear her skin? It made my blood run cold."If the Siphon wants a host," Vida said, stepping forward, "Tate is th

THE SILENCE BEFORE~MATHIAS'S POV~The room was silent except for the endless sound of rain hitting the window. The loud thunder that had shaken the Packhouse before had moved on, leaving a heavy, warm stillness that felt more like waiting than calm.We were all mixed up together, our skin wet from our earlier struggle. Tate lay between us, her breathing slowing down, but her heart was still beating fast against my chest.I stared at the ceiling, the shadows stretching long and thin across the plaster. The high was fading. The endorphins were withdrawing, and in their place, the cold, harsh reality of tomorrow was creeping back in."Don't," Daxon's voice rumbled, low and rough.I turned my head. He was propped up on one elbow, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking at Tate, his hand idly tracing the curve of her spine."Don't what?" I asked, though I knew."Don't go to that place in your head," Daxon said. "I can feel it through the bond, Mathias.

THE LAST LINE OF DEFENSE~DAXON'S POV~[FORTY-FIVE MINUTE EARLIER]The training grounds smelled of wet earth and panic.Twenty-three wolves were gone. That left me with forty-seven able-bodied warriors to hold a perimeter against a magic-eating void monster. The math was bad. The morale was worse."Again!" I roared, pacing the mud-slicked field. "Defensive formation! Don't leave the flanks open!"The wolves moved sluggishly. They were tired. They were scared. They looked at me like I was a tyrant driving them to their deaths.Maybe I was."Alpha," Silas said, stepping into my path. "They've been running drills for four hours. They need rest before tonight.""They can rest when the threat is dead," I snapped. "If they aren't ready by midnight, there won't be a Pack left to rest."Silas grabbed my arm. It was a breach of protocol, but he didn't care. "Look at them, Daxon. You aren't training them. You're breaking them."I stopped. I looked at the warriors. One young wolf was panting, le

[CLAIMED BY SILVERFANG ALPHAS: "THE BIRTH OF THE HOLLOW KING" ARC BOOK TWO ]CHAPTER 126THE LONG NIGHT~DAXON'S POV~The drive back to the Packhouse was a funeral parade of one.Rain hammered the windshield, blurring the world into streaks of grey and black. In the backseat, Mathias lay with his head in Tate's lap. His skin was grey, veins standing out like black spiderwebs against the pallor. Every breath he took rattled in his chest."Stay with me," Tate whispered, her hands pressed against the wound on his side. "Don't you dare close your eyes."Mathias blinked sluggishly. "Just... tired.""Drive faster," Tate snapped at me."I'm doing eighty in a forty," I growled, my knuckles white on the wheel. "If I go any faster, we hydroplane."I looked in the rearview mirror. The city skyline was behind us. Above the Cathedral, a dark cloud swirled—unnatural, heavy, pulsing with purple lightning.Heriberto wasn't chasing us. He didn't have to. He had won.We skidded into the Packhouse drive

THE KING AT THE GATE~MATHIAS'S POV~I didn't run to the front door. I teleported.One second I was standing in the medical wing, wiping blood from my mouth. The next, I was standing in the foyer, three floors down. The world had slowed to a crawl. I could see the dust motes floating in the air. I could hear the heartbeats of every wolf in the house....a noise of drums beating out a rhythm of pure terror.Thump-thump. Thump-thump.It was intoxicating."Mathias!" Daxon's voice came from the top of the stairs. He was running, his wolf speed impressive, but compared to me? He looked like he was moving through molasses.I ignored him. I kicked the heavy oak doors open. The storm outside had stopped, but the sky was wrong. It was a bruising purple, stirring around a single point above the driveway.Floating ten feet off the ground was Heriberto.He didn't look like an old man anymore. His skin was smooth, glowing, like white marble lit from within. His eyes were gone.....replaced by twin v