Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silver Wolf: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The drive to the palace took four hours through winding mountain roads that graduallytransformed from wild forest to manicured estates. Fiona watched the landscapechange through the car window, each mile taking her further from everything she knew.Callum sat beside her in silence, occasionally glancing her way but respecting her needfor quiet. She was grateful for that, at least. She didn't have words for what she wasfeeling—grief, fear, resignation, all tangled together in a knot she couldn't untie.When the palace finally came into view as dawn broke over the mountains, Fiona'sbreath caught despite herself. It was even more magnificent in daylight than it had been the night of the mating ball. The white stone seemed to glow in the early morning sun,towers reaching toward the sky as though they were fingers grasping for the heavens.Gardens sprawled in every direction, perfectly maintained, with fountains and sculpturesthat probably cost more than her father's entire pack ho

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Covenant of the CrescentThe warehouse on the outskirts of the neutral territories smelled of rust and old blood.Matthias Crowe stood at the head of a scarred wooden table, his pale eyes surveyingthe five men seated before him. They were his best—trackers, informants, rogues who'dsold their loyalty for gold and the promise of power."Gentlemen," Matthias said, his voice smooth as silk over steel. "We have a problem.""The silver wolf," said Hank, a grizzled tracker with scars running down the left side ofhis face. "You think she's surfaced."Inside Matthias's mind, his wolf Fenrir was already calculating. Silver wolf. Confirmed sighting. Moon River Pack. This is opportunity. This is POWER."I don't think. I know." Matthias placed both hands on the table and leaned forward. Fenrir'scertainty flowed through him like ice water. “She has. The signature is unmistakable."Four weeks ago, there was an incident at Moon River Pack. Three rogues—admittedly,idiots

Callum found her that evening in the library, curled up in a window seat with a book shewasn't reading."Hey," he said softly. Fiona looked up, startled. "Hi." "Mind if I join you?"She shrugged, and Callum took that as permission. He settled into the opposite end ofthe window seat, leaving space between them—deliberate space, Fiona noticed. Notcrowding. Not demanding. Inside her mind, Sinead stirred. He's here. Our mate is here. The she-wolf's voice was uncertain, caught between longing and fear.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. "You've been avoiding me," Callum said finally."I've been avoiding everyone." "I noticed." He studied her face, and Fiona felt Sinead flinch at the intensity of his gaze. Callum's expression softened, and she sensed something shift in him—adeliberate relaxation, a conscious choice to appear less threatening. "Fiona, I know thisis hard. I know you didn't want to come here. But I want to help. I want to make thiseasier for you." "You can't.""Ma

Callum stood at the entrance to the pavilion, his expression thunderous.Fiona froze. How long had he been standing there? How much had he heard?"Prince Callum," the Queen said, her voice carefully neutral. "What a pleasant surprise.""Is it?" Callum's voice was cold—colder than Fiona had ever heard it. He stepped pasther, his eyes fixed on his mother. "Because from where I'm standing, this looks like anambush.""Don't be dramatic, darling. We were simply having tea.""You were humiliating my mate." Callum's power filled the pavilion, making the air heavy.Several of the women shifted uncomfortably. "In front of the entire court.""We were having a conversation," Vivienne said, her voice sweet. "About the concerns many of us share regarding—""Regarding what?" Callum turned his golden eyes on her, and Vivienne actually flinched."Regarding whether Fiona is good enough for me? Whether she's suitable to be LunaQueen? Whether the mate bond the moon goddess herself forged is somehow a

That evening, Callum's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then answeredimmediately. "Alpha Kieran," he said formally.Fiona looked up from where she sat curled in the window seat of Callum's sitting room, her knees hugged to her chest. The evening light spilled through the tall arched windows, bathing the room in warm gold and painting shifting patterns on the stone floor. The faint scent of pine from the surrounding woods mingled with the comforting aroma of old books and well-worn leather, making the space feel like a refuge from the uncertainty outside.Her father? Kieran, Triton recognized immediately, his presence settling into a calm alertness. Pack alpha. Fiona's father. TRUST."Yes, she's here. She's safe." Callum listened, his expression softening as Triton'sprotective warmth radiated through him—a steady, grounding presence that made himwant to pull Fiona closer. "I understand. Of course. When?" A pause. "Tomorrow wouldbe fine. I'll make the arrangements."He ended t