All Chapters of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The whispers followed Fiona Moonstone everywhere she went.They slithered through the pack house corridors like smoke, curled around corners inthe training grounds, and settled heavy as stones in the communal dining hall. Wolfless.The word had become her shadow, her second name, the brand that marked her asbroken in a world where shifting meant everything.Fiona kept her chin high as she walked through the heart of the Moon River Packterritory, her canvas bag slung over one shoulder, paint-stained fingers clutching thestrap.The afternoon sun caught the deep red of her hair—a shade like autumn leavesor dying embers, inherited from her mother's line. Once, that hair had been a mark ofbeauty, of distinction. Now it felt like a beacon advertising her failure. Look at the Alpha'sdaughter, the stares seemed to say. All that fire in her hair, but no wolf in her soul.She'd learned months ago that looking down only invited more pity, more pointed stares.Better to meet their eyes—the

Everything happened all at once—an overwhelming rush of sensations and emotions. The wolf inside her howled fiercely, its guttural roar reverberating through her skull and rattling her bones. The invisible barrier that had restrained her for eighteen long years suddenly shattered, splintering like fragile glass under immense pressure. Power—ancient, primal, and formidable—coursed through her veins with unstoppable force, igniting every nerve and fiber in her body. Fiona's scream transformed into a piercing howl, echoing her unleashed fury and newfound strength.Her bones cracked and reformed. Her skin rippled and sprouted fur. The world tilted andshifted, colors bleeding into new spectrums, scents blooming into complex symphonies.She fell forward onto hands that became paws, felt her spine elongate, her musclesbunch and strengthen. Her red hair seemed to ignite as it transformed, becomingsomething else entirely.The shift took seconds. It felt like eternity.When it was over, Fion

Tomorrow wasn't good enough.Fiona's hands were still shaking as she climbed the stairs to the second floor of theirhome, her wet clothes clinging to her skin, river water dripping onto the hardwood. Sheshould shower. Should change. Should do something to make herself presentablebefore confronting the Alpha of the Moon River Pack.But the wolf in her mind was still too close to the surface, still humming with residualpower, and Fiona couldn't wait another moment. Not when her father had answers. Notwhen he'd been keeping secrets that could have prepared her for what just happened.Kieran's study was at the end of the hall, behind a heavy oak door that was usuallyclosed during pack business. The light was on—she could see it bleeding out fromunderneath. He was in there. Probably reviewing patrol reports or handling packfinances or doing any of the thousand other things an Alpha did to keep his people safe.Fiona didn't knock. She shoved the door open hard enough that it banged

The announcement came three days later, delivered over breakfast like it was the mostnatural thing in the world."The Alpha King's mating ball is in five days," Kieran said, setting down his coffee mugwith deliberate care. "All unmated she-wolves between eighteen and twenty-six arerequired to attend.” Fiona’s fork clattered against her plate. Across the table, Siobhanlet out a squeal that could have shattered glass."The mating ball! Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe it's finally happening!" Siobhanwas already pulling out her phone, fingers flying across the screen. "Mara is going todie. She's been planning her outfit for months. And Chloe—wait, is Chloe old enough?She just turned eighteen last week, right?""Siobhan," Ennis said mildly, "you're not even eligible yet. You're seventeen.""I know that," Siobhan shot back, not looking up from her phone. "But I can still attendas a spectator. Everyone under eighteen can watch from the gallery. It's tradition." Shefinally glan

Fiona pressed her back against the column, trying to steady her breathing. The AlphaKing had looked at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Like his ancient wolf sensedsomething off but couldn't quite identify what. Too close, Sinead said, her voice shaken. He almost saw us. We need to be more careful.She needed to be more careful. More guarded.The music swelled, and the herald's voice rang out across the ballroom."His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Callum Thorne."The entire room shifted.Every head turned toward the entrance. Every conversation stopped. Even theorchestra seemed to play softer, as if the music itself was bowing to his presence.And inside Fiona's mind, Sinead went absolutely still.The she-wolf's attention snapped toward the entrance with laser focus, her entire beingsuddenly alert in a way Fiona had never felt before. It wasn't fear. It wasn't wariness.It was recognition.What— Fiona started to think.But Sinead didn't answer. The she-wolf was completely