The change

I woke up different.The world was sharper. Colors brighter. Sounds clearer. I could hear the heartbeat of every wolf in the camp, the rustle of leaves miles away, the whisper of wind through the mountains.And I could feel power. Humming under my skin, waiting to be unleashed.Kael was still asleep beside me. His face was relaxed, vulnerable. I traced his jaw, and he stirred."Morning," he mumbled."Morning."He opened his eyes. Then he froze."Lily. Your eyes.""What about them?"He pulled out his phone and showed me the camera.My eyes were glowing. Silver. Like lightning trapped in glass."Whoa," I whispered."Yeah. Whoa."---We told the others at breakfast.Damon stared at me like I was a stranger. Jake's mouth hung open. Even Thorne looked unsettled."It's the Heart," I explained. "It fused with me. I can feel everything now.""What kind of everything?" Damon asked."Everything. Heartbeats. Thoughts. Power."Thorne leaned forward. "Can you control it?""I don't know. I haven't

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The search

Thorne didn't waste time.He took me to his private study—a room filled with ancient books, scrolls, and artifacts. He pulled out a worn leather journal, its pages yellowed with age."This is my ancestor's journal," he said. "He documented every powerful supernatural birth for three centuries. If your real father exists, he's in here."I opened the journal. The handwriting was elegant, old-fashioned. Names and dates filled the pages."Look for anything connected to you," Thorne said. "Any mention of a Primordial birth."I flipped through the pages. Decades of history. Wars, alliances, births, deaths.Then I found it."Year 1897. A Primordial child is born to the union of a witch and a wolf. The child is taken by a dark witch named Damian Blackwood. The mother dies in childbirth. The father disappears."My heart stopped. "There's more."I read on."The father is later identified as Alistair Kane. A powerful wolf. Alpha of the Shadow Pack. He was never told of the child's existence. He

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The uncle

Marcus Kane's cabin was small but warm.Wooden walls, a crackling fire, shelves lined with books and trinkets. It smelled like pine and old leather and home. I didn't know why that word came to mind. But it did.He led me to a worn couch and sat across from me. Up close, I could see the resemblance. His eyes were the same shade as mine—silver-grey, sharp, ancient. His face was lined with age and grief, but his presence was solid. Grounding."You look like your mother," he said quietly."You knew her?""Briefly. She was a good woman. Strong. She loved your father more than anything."I felt a lump in my throat. "What happened to her?""She died in childbirth. Complications. Your father never forgave himself.""And then he died too."Marcus nodded. "He was killed in battle. He never knew you survived. Damian Blackwood made sure of that."I felt a surge of anger. "Damian lied to me. He told me he was my father."Marcus's expression darkened. "Damian Blackwood is a manipulator. He steals

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All Chapters of HIS MUTE MATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

The change

The search

The uncle