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My wolf was confused. I knew he was dangerous. He was more than poison. And I wanted him notwithstanding. He'd be the death of me. And certainly I would be his. My growl was dark. "You are mine, Seraphina. You said so yourself. So whatever games you are going on with Dante, end it. Or I'll fucking end him. Don't let me kill my best wolf for you." Silas ordered curtly. His cold murderous gaze having no single humor to them as my heart thumped in my chest. My wolf froze.

Sleep came eventually, thin and restless. And with it, a memory she hadn’t allowed herself to revisit in years. Calloway Rhys, leaning against a doorway, laughing too easily. Seeing too much. Saying things Jay never did, and questions without agendas, smiles without calculations. A man who had once looked at her as if she were more than an accessory to someone else’s ambition. Jordan turned onto her side, heart tightening. She told herself it didn’t matter. That the past stayed buried for a reason. She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

Nala breathes as slowly as possible late tonight, she leans against the wall to hear any movement in the next room. But there remains silence only the sound of the spring wind crackling out there, creating leaves dancing along with the breeze. What's wrong with Daniel? He's been locked up since two days ago, Nala believes. Although her mother said Daniel was out of town and didn't know when to go home. If it was true daniel was away, her brother would have said goodbye to her. Nala occasionally hears a movement at the end of Daniel's room, a falling object, something broken might just be a glass. But as soon as that sound comes up, it will sink back behind the silence like never before.

I said. "You needed a fight," Daniel said. "And she did not give you one, so you took the silence as an answer instead of asking her a single follow up question." He crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of my desk, unbothered by the fact that he was the only person in the building willing to speak to me this way. "You are a man who reads a balance sheet in ninety seconds and finds the one number that does not belong. You could have done the same thing standing in that apartment last night. You chose not to."

"His name?" I lowered my head and looked at the name written on the picture in the album. I lifted my gaze again to find that his reaction hadn't changed. He was still stunned and was not even paying attention to the broken glass. "I just read it. It's in the album..." I lifted the album and showed him where I read his name. "Your name is Silvanus?" He swallowed hard, and Laura moved to clean up the broken glass. Silas continued to glare at me. He took a deep breath and stood to head upstairs.

And for some reason that sound hurt worse than the silence had. On the drive home later that night the city blurred gold outside the windows while Daniel drove one-handed beside me. I reached over eventually and threaded my fingers through his without thinking about it much. He adjusted his grip automatically. Comfortable, familiar. I looked out at the passing lights for a while before speaking quietly. “They’ll figure it out eventually.” Daniel stayed silent for a second. Then he nodded once. “I know.” The car fell quiet again after that. Not empty. Just thoughtful. Then after another minute he said quietly, “But I think he needs her to fight for him first.”

Daniel looked around like he was only now noticing the guards shifting their weight, hands near their radios, waiting. His jaw worked as if he wanted to spit more poison but realized he couldn’t do it safely here. He looked back at me, eyes burning. “This isn’t over,” he said, voice shaking with fury. “Do you hear me? This isn’t over.” I held his stare, refusing to shrink. “Then don’t blink,” I said quietly. “Because neither is mine.” Daniel’s chest heaved. Then he turned sharply, storming back toward the gate like he could outrun humiliation.

Even now, there was still no word from Silvia. None of the bank cards in her name had registered a single transaction. The safe houses she frequented in Rivoria showed no signs of use. Even the best-connected informants had lost the trail. "Still no news?" Dante asked. He'd barely slept at all. Whenever he closed his eyes, he was back in the freezer, seeing the look in Silvia's eyes when they parted, empty and full of despair. His heart kept stuttering out of nowhere. Over time, the ache stopped being faint and became a constant, blunt torment.

Her eyes lingered there. Long enough to make Lydia want to disappear. Then she looked back at Daniel. "And she's pregnant." The silence that followed felt endless. Daniel froze completely. Every muscle in his body locked. His mind desperately searched for something to say. Something. Anything. But there were no words. No defense. No explanation. No excuse. Because it was true. Every horrible part of it. True. Eva nodded slowly. As if his silence confirmed everything. Which it did. "I thought I was losing my mind."

Anger flared, sharper than the morning frost. Trixie lives. She shouldn’t have. He pressed the dagger’s flat edge into his palm, the sting steadying his fury. He fixed his gaze on the distant den’s peak. Every step from this cairn would lead him toward tradition or blood. Toward loyaltyor betrayal. “I spared you,” he whispered into the wind, “but not forever.” With purpose in every stride, Silas vanished into the forest, rage and resolve echoing with each booted step ready to face the heavens he’d broken and the daughters who challenged him.