The Silver Pact のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I crouched behind a jagged pine, my breath blooming in white plumes against the freezing autumn night. Below me, the Silver River churned, a bloated vein of black water swollen by three days of mountain rain. This was the border.I belonged to neither side. I was a ghost in a frayed canvas jacket and mud-caked boots, surviving on the razor-thin strip of neutral wilderness between two warring empires.I closed my eyes and inhaled. Beneath the scent of damp earth and decaying pine needles, I caught it: copper, ozone, and the musk of wet fur.My hand dropped to the silver-bladed hunting knife strapped to my thigh. *Stay invisible,* I reminded myself. Every morning, I choked down a bitter brew of silver-root tea to mute my inner beast, dulling my scent to that of a baseline human. In this valley, a lone female with no pack was either a target or a trophy. Either way, I’d end up with a snapped neck.*Snap!*A dead branch broke across the riverbank. I flattened my spine against the bark, pul

The helicopters rattled the pines, sending a spray of ice-cold condensation onto my face.*"...terminated immediately."*The voice vibrated in my breastbone. The Ironclaw guards dropped to one knee, carbines aimed at the sky, but their posture was rigid with panic. The Capital Council’s Enforcers weren't local soldiers; they were elite executioners.Gideon didn't flinch. Instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, hauling me against him. The warmth of his body burned through my canvas coat, the mate bond pulsing furiously, demanding I press closer."Gideon," I gasped, clutching his lapel. "Your father... he betrayed you.""He didn't just betray me," Gideon growled, his voice dropping into a register that sounded more wolf than man. "He set the trap.""Commander!" the head guard yelled over the roar of the blades. "The drop teams are rappelling the western ridge. Thirty seconds before they surround us!""Get to the armored transport," Gideon commanded. "Form a defensive perimeter. Do no

Alpha Marcus Sterling stood frozen, his arm pinned to his chair. His grey eyes burned with humiliation and hatred.Behind us, the board members were silent. The royal frequency in my voice had settled over the room like a physical weight."Guards," Gideon said softly. "Take Marcus to the lower executive holding cell. Strip him of his comms, his clearance, and his sidearms."The guards moved swiftly. They ripped the dagger from the chair and clicked heavy silver-lined cuffs around Marcus's wrists."You think you've won, boy?" Marcus spat, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he was led away. He stopped beside Gideon, leaning in."You have no idea what you've walked into. You think Silas wants border land? He doesn't care about minerals."I narrowed my eyes. "What is he talking about?""Silas knows what you are, little rogue," Marcus sneered. "He's been searching for the last royal for twenty years to open the Blood Vault beneath High Ridge Lodge. The moment you step onto neutral ground, h

The courtyard was a bloodbath of heavy smoke,fires, and rain slicked granite. Gideon in his massive silver grey wolf form was an unstoppable force, slamming a giant Silverfang enforcer through the wooden railing of the balcony before spinning to snap another attacker's jaws. I moved right beneath his massive shadow, my silver daggers flashing in the dark. I ducked a wild swing from a heavy broadsword, drove my blade straight up through a guard's leather collar, and kicked his body into the advancing line. “Lyra.The ballroom.” Gideon’s voice slammed directly into my mind through the link, heavy and frantic. “Silas is retreating into the lower levels.He’s taking Elder Vane.” I snapped my head toward the shattered stone archway of the lodge. Through the billowing smoke, I caught sight of Silas dragging the bloodied, bound form of Elder Vane down a flight of spiral stone stairs descending beneath the floorboards. "I've got him." I yelled, dropping my shoulder and charging straight thro

The medical bay fell into a silence.The low beeping of the life monitors sounded like a ticking bomb against the sterile white tiles. Gideon’s grip on my elbow tightened, his fingers digging into my arm as his amber eyes flared with a lethal, primal gold."The Capital?" Gideon’s voice dropped into a register so dark the glass vials on the counter vibrated. "The High Council wouldn't deploy a targeted bio-weapon on our border without an insider to distribute it.""They didn't need an insider on the border," Elder Vane said quietly, holding the vial of black fluid up to the harsh fluorescent lights. "The Silverfang supply chains were routed through Capital contractors for six months before Silas marched on High Ridge Lodge. Anyone who ingested their combat rations, their healing salves, or their suppressants was made with a dormant synthetic stuff. The moment Lyra activated her royal voice at the Blood Vault...the frequency triggered the toxin," I finished, the blood draining from my f