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It clings to the fallen scout’s body, seeps into the cracks between the stones, settles at the back of my throat, thick and unforgettable, while I stand over him, trying not to gag. The silver burns across his chest still shine, casting a faint, unnatural glow—a sickly light that pulses in the twilight. Not like mine. Not the steady, living warmth I carry. These marks are twisted, ragged, the edges harsh and uneven, as if the magic that made them was wild and angry or simply didn’t care for flesh.

The flame turned silver. I did not move. Every witch who had ever held this grimoire knew what silver meant. My grandmother had written it in the margins in her small, precise hand and underlined it twice, the way she only underlined things she needed future generations to take seriously. Silver flame: the bond is not made. It is recognized. It was written before you were born. I sat back on my heels. The warmth in my chest no longer felt intrusive. It sat quietly now, settled and certain, and for one unguarded moment before I could pull myself back, it felt like the truest thing in the room.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Dara grew up below a volcano besides Blue Fire? “That’s before Red Moon killed and turned us to slaves. We believed in Silver Wolfs so the homes were made with it.” Dara further explained. “No wonder you were the first warrior to be resistant to silver hence our Alpha made you the lead warrior.” Camilla noted. Dara flipped her hair and marched deeper into the land. “Let’s go! I can sense the hostages are alive, at least three are.” She can sense? Of course, she’s resistant to silver. And only three hostages were alive? Logan should four hostages.

she explains, but I don’t miss the slight flinch, setting Zeke on edge, ready to tear him to pieces. My growl unifies with Fletcher’s, him turning to me, his eyes as pitch black as my own. “You go high?” He asks, his voice animalistic and barely recognizable. “I go low?” “Deal,” I nod, dropping Charity’s hand, striding past her with my mortal enemy. Ready to tear apart a rogue Alpha and then some. Realizing what we are about to do, the Gamma of Silver Run places herself in front of us. Her hand reaches out, the most subtle hum emitting from the contact.

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I thrust out my hand, and silver fire burst forth from my palm. This wasn’t ordinary flame. It shimmered and danced, almost like liquid, alive in a way that made my skin tingle. The fire consumed the rogue, and his scream filled the night as his body turned to ash at my feet. For a heartbeat, the battlefield froze. Every eye—friend and foe alike—turned toward me. My chest heaved as my hands glowed faintly, the silver light flickering at my fingertips like eager tongues. There, the goddess purred. Now they see you. Now they will fear you.

An explosion rocked the room, and the entire space began to shake violently. Flames spread, and the ceiling started to collapse. Kael knocked Selene down with a single punch, then rushed to the altar, desperately trying to undo the silver chains binding me. "Clara, hold on!" His hands were burned by the silver, but he didn't stop. "I will get you out of here!" But just then, a cracked, burning support beam came crashing down. And from the rubble, an arm shot out and grabbed Kael's leg.

“Lira! Get the journals. All of them.” By the time he arrived, Elara had spread a dozen books across the table, her mother’s journal open to a page marked with a silver flame. “Look. “When fire and shadow balance, the flames may take new forms. Silver fire is not corruption—it is evolution. A sign that the magic is adapting, growing.”​ He frowned, tracing the illustration with his finger. “Evolution into what?”​ Ellie climbed onto his lap, her small hand pressing against his palm where the brand glowed. “Cold fire. For the cold things. In the mountains.”​