All Chapters of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Fiona didn't know how long she sat there in the darkness.Time felt strange, distorted by the drugs still clouding her system. Minutes could havebeen hours. Hours could have been minutes. She pulled against the restraints until her wrists were raw and bleeding. Reached for her wolf until her head pounded with the effort. Screamed until her throat was hoarse. Nothing worked. The ropes held. Sinead remained distant and muted.And no one came to help. She was alone. No. The thought came fierce and sudden. Not alone. Never alone. Callum. The mate bond was still there, faint but present. He was alive. Conscious,maybe. And he would be looking for her. Fiona closed her eyes, reaching for that bond with everything she had. Trying to send something—anything—through the connection. A location. A feeling. A desperate plea for help.I'm here. I'm alive. Please find me. She didn't know if he could feel it. Didn't know if the bond was strong enough to carry her message across the distance. But sh

The convoy moved through the darkening landscape like a pack of hunting wolves.Six vehicles, each carrying a team of elite warriors. They drove with lights off, usingnight vision to navigate the rough terrain. Radio silence except for essentialcommunications.They were ghosts. Shadows. Death coming for the Covenant. Marcus sat in the lead vehicle next to Aldric, his eyes scanning the landscape ahead. The caves were still ten miles away. Ten miles of rough terrain that would slow them down. But they couldn't afford to slow down. "ETA?" Aldric asked, his voice tight. "Thirty minutes to the cave entrance," Marcus said. "Assuming we don't hit any obstacles." "And the Covenant?" "Unknown." Marcus's jaw tightened. "They could be preparing to move her now. Or they could be waiting for full darkness.""Then we pray they're waiting." Aldric's hands clenched on his knees. "Because if theymove her before we get there—""They won't." Marcus's voice was firm. "We'll make it in time."But even

Pain was Callum's entire world. His head throbbed where he'd been struck. His vision swam. The clinic lights were too bright, the sounds too loud, everything overwhelming.Dr. Ashford was saying something. Checking his pupils. Asking him questions.But Callum couldn't focus. Couldn't think past the pounding in his skull.And then—CALLUM!The voice cut through the pain like a blade. Faint. Distant. Like an echo through fog.But unmistakable. Fiona. Callum's eyes snapped open. His hand shot out, grabbing Dr. Ashford's wrist. "What—Your Highness, you need to lie still—" "Quiet." Callum's voice was rough. Desperate. "I need—I need to listen." Dr. Ashford fell silent, her expression concerned.Callum closed his eyes, reaching for the mate bond. It was there, faint and weak, butthere. A thread of connection tying him to Fiona across the distance.CALLUM, PLEASE!Her voice was clearer now. Terrified. Desperate. Help me. Please. They're—they're injecting me.Callum's heart stopped. The horm

Marcus didn't wait for the rest of the strike team. He turned and ran.Through the narrow cave passage, his boots pounding against stone. Fiona'sunconscious weight in his arms felt both substantial and terrifyingly fragile. Her headlolled against his shoulder, her breathing shallow and uneven. Behind him, he could hear the systematic clearing of the cave system. Gunfire. Shouts. The wet sounds of combat.The royal guard was doing what they did best: eliminating threats with surgicalprecision. Marcus's radio crackled. "Team Two, we have three hostiles in the western chamber.Engaging." "Copy that," came the response. "Team Three moving to support."More gunfire. Then silence. "Western chamber clear. Three hostiles down."Marcus kept moving. The cave passage opened into a larger chamber, then narrowedagain. He'd memorized the route on the way in, but carrying Fiona made everythingmore difficult. He had to turn sideways to fit through some of the tighter spaces,protecting her from

Cian's jaws closed around Matthias's shoulder as his body completed the shift mid-leap.The hunter screamed—a high, terrible sound—as Cian's teeth sank deep into muscleand bone.FOR MATE, Cian snarled, tasting blood. FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID TO HER.They hit the ground hard. Matthias tried to fight back, tried to shift, but Cian was alreadymoving. He released the shoulder and went for the throat. KILL. TEAR. DESTROY.Behind him, the five rogues closed in. Cian could hear them. Could smell them. Could feel their intent to kill. He didn't care. Nothing mattered except Matthias. Nothing mattered except avenging Elara. OUR MATE. OUR LOVE. THEY HURT HER. THEY KILLED HER.Cian's jaws closed around the hunter's throat—And then the rogues were on him.Claws raked across his back, tearing through fur and flesh. Teeth sank into his hind leg,grinding against bone. Weight crashed into his side, trying to knock him off balance.DON'T CARE, Cian roared. NOTHING MATTERS. ONLY THIS. ONLY VENGEANCE.