All Chapters of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The international terminal was a chaos of movement and noise—rolling luggage, cryingchildren, announcements echoing over loudspeakers in three different languages.Vivienne Blackwood moved through it all like a ghost, her designer sunglasses hidingeyes that darted constantly to every security guard, every uniformed official, every facein the crowd. Any one of them could be a royal guard. Any one of them could recognize her."Stop looking around," Philip Blackwood muttered, his hand firm on her elbow as hesteered her toward the Air France check-in counter. "You're drawing attention.""I can't help it." Vivienne's voice was thin, strained. "What if they're already here? Whatif they know?" Inside Philip's mind, his wolf Jules was utterly calm. Excellent. She's panicking. Fear makes hercompliant. Makes her follow orders without question.The scheming wolf had been planning this moment for years—every contingencymapped, every escape route calculated, every variable accounted for. The

They moved through the terminal in silence, joining the small crowd gathering near GateBusiness travelers. Families. Students with backpacks covered in patches from different countries. Normal people. Living normal lives. Vivienne envied them."Now boarding first class passengers for Air France flight 447 to Paris Charles deGaulle," the gate agent announced. Philip handed over their boarding passes. The agent scanned them and smiled. "Enjoy your flight." They walked down the jetway—a long, narrow tunnel that felt like a throat swallowing them whole. Vivienne's heart was pounding so hard she thought it might burst. Any second now, she expected to hear shouting behind them. Expected royal guards to appear and drag them back. Expected everything to fall apart. But nothing happened.They reached the plane. Found their seats—1A and 1B, first class, just like Philip hadpromised. Vivienne sank into the leather seat and closed her eyes. They'd made it.They were actually going to make it.

The Council of Elders met in the grand chamber at the heart of the palace—a circularroom with high ceilings and walls lined with portraits of past Alpha Kings. Twelve elderssat around a massive oak table, their expressions ranging from concerned to skeptical.Elder Thaddeus Greymane, the eldest among them, cleared his throat."We need to discuss the future Luna Queen." The room fell silent."Lady Fiona has been at the palace for nearly eight weeks now," Thaddeus continued."And in that time, we've witnessed... concerning behavior." "Concerning how?" Elder Mira Ashwood asked, her tone carefully neutral. "She's withdrawn," another elder—Councilor Brennan—said. "Jumpy. She barely attends court functions. When she does appear, she looks pale and exhausted.""She was kidnapped," Mira pointed out. "By a dangerous faction. Surely we can allow her some time to recover?" "Of course." Thaddeus nodded. "But it's been three days since her rescue. And from what I've observed, she's getting worse

Evening settled over the palace like a soft blanket. The corridors grew quiet. Theservants moved with hushed efficiency. And in Fiona's suite, Siobhan sat in the chairbeside her sister's bed. She'd been there for hours. Again. It had become her routine over the past three days. Wake up. Have breakfast with Marcus. Spend the day with Fiona. Have dinner with Marcus. Spend the evening with Fiona. Sleep. Repeat.Her Instagram account—once updated hourly with photos and stories and carefullycurated content—had been silent for days. She didn't care."You don't have to stay," Fiona said from the bed. She was propped up against pillows,a book open in her lap that she hadn't read a single page of. "I know." Siobhan didn't look up from her own book—a romance novel she'd borrowed from the palace library. "But I want to.""Siobhan—" "Fee." Siobhan finally looked at her sister. "I'm not leaving. So stop trying to make me." Fiona's eyes were tired. Haunted. "You should be with Marcus. You jus

The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable.Isolde reached into her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to Fiona.Fiona took it, wiping her eyes. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Isolde settled back in her chair. "There's something else I wanted to discuss with you. If you're up for it." Fiona nodded slowly.“Luna training," Isolde said. "As Callum's mate, you'll eventually become Luna Queen.That means learning court politics, pack dynamics, kingdom protocols. How to navigatealliances, manage conflicts, represent the crown." Fiona's stomach twisted. "I don't know if I'm ready for that." "I know." Isolde's voice was gentle. "And I'm not asking you to start tomorrow. Or next week. Or even next month. Your healing comes first, Fiona. Always.""But eventually—" "Eventually, yes." Isolde smiled slightly. "But there's no rush. The kingdom has survived this long without you being formally trained. It can wait until you're ready.""What if I'm never ready?" Fiona'