All Chapters of Chained by Bond: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The silence came like a held breath, silver noticed it when she woke. She lay still beneath the furs, eyes open, waiting for the familiar brush of sound along the edges of her thoughts. The whispers had become a constant companion over the past weeks, unwelcome but predictable. They curled through her mind at odd hours, pressed into her insecurities, named her fractures with cruel intimacy.This morning, there was nothing, no murmur or presence.Her chest tightened.She sat up slowly, pressing two fingers to her temple as if she could coax the sound back. The quiet stretched, deep and unnatural, like a forest emptied of birds, it was too still.Her wolf stirred uneasily beneath her skin, pacing in a tight, anxious circle. It didn’t feel relieved.It felt lost.Silver swung her legs over the bed and stood, the stone floor cold beneath her feet. She waited for the whisper that usually followed her movement, but again there was nothingHer breat

Later at night, Arthur was walking, stopping just short of the threshold to Silver’s room. He forced himself to breathe, to settle the storm inside his chest.You don’t command your way back in, Matt’s words echoed, you meet her where she is.Arthur lifted his hand and knocked once.“Silver.”Silence.Then movement, slow footsteps, then the door opened a fraction.Her scent hit him first; There was fear, exhaustion and beneath it all, something hollowed out, like a place inside her that had been scraped raw.Her eyes lifted to his.Relief flared there before sh

The first voice wasn’t Drogo’s, silver knew that immediately. It brushed her ear while she stood alone in her room, folding a clean tunic with more care than necessary. The sound was physical, warm breath against skin, close enough to make her flinch.“Silver.”Her hands froze mid-fold, she looked around but the room was empty.Her heart slammed hard enough to make her dizzy. She inhaled slowly, grounding herself the way Matt had taught her, in through the nose, and out through the mouth, count the breaths, and the seconds.This isn’t real, she turned in a slow circle, stone walls, bed, table. Window bleeding pale sunlight across the floor, nothing out of place, nothing watching her.Drogo was si

The council chamber followed her long after she left it, not the words or the decisions, but the feeling of being seen while still not being understood.Silver walked the corridors slowly, her steps measured, as though moving too fast might fracture something already unstable inside her. Ronan stayed beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth without it pressing in on her.For once, the presence didn’t help, she felt off, not panicked or dizzy, just wrong.“You did well,” Ronan said quietly as they passed beneath an archway heavy with carved runes. “You didn’t let them talk over you.”Silver exhaled. “I don’t know if that mak

By the fourth day of Arthur’s absence, Hollowmoon felt heavier than normal; Not the kind of weight that could be lifted by battle or blood; it pressed in, quiet and relentless, like fog settling over stone walls. Atleast for Silver.On the surface, everything breathed normally, inside her, things shifted unevenly.She could feel the absence of Arthur in every shadow. His presence had been a constant, not just as Alpha but as someone tethered to her in ways she didn’t fully understand yet. The pack noticed his absence; some whispered concern, others only sensed the tension. Silver didn’t care for whispers. She cared for certainty, for the stability he gave even if that stability had felt suffocating before.Her father still checked on her every morning, quietly and deliberately. He would pause at th