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I reached for it, and words appeared on the page as soon as my fingers touched the leather cover. Elena Nightshade is to be trusted, my darling. She’s powerful, skilled, and loyal. She’ll teach you things I never could. Learn from her. Let her help you become strong. But remember: Lunar Falls is still your ultimate destination. Elder Vera has knowledge about the Silvermoon bloodline that even Elena doesn’t possess. When you’re ready, when you’re strong enough, you must continue your journey. For now, rest. Heal. Train. Become the warrior you were always meant to be.

Karima chipped in and I raised my brows. "And why are you calling me that?" I asked. "That's how you are you." Jordan snapped and I retorted too. "Oh please, let her speak for herself. I am Mira Silver, don't call me Lady!" I instructed firmly.

*Your mortal histories move exceptionally slow, old man. "They are incredibly important for the future," Orion corrected gently. *They are still incredibly slow,* Leo echoed back in their minds, his silver tail swishing once. Aiden giggled brightly at the exchange, poking his companion's side. "I think Leo likes the idea of grand adventures and running through the woods a lot more than reading, Orion." "He certainly does," Orion chuckled, carefully turning the fragile page of an old, leather-bound volume. "This text... it contains the fragmented history of the ancient Silver Lineage."

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

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"No. The heavy door creaked, the ancient lock cracking like ice under fire. Dust swirled outward, and from beneath came a faint, pulsing noise like a heart thudding under a cover of earth. The light faded around her. She went down. The stairs curved down into the deep gut of the Citadel. The further she descended, the louder the beat, until it kept time with the beating of her own heart. When she hit bottom, the air was different. The walls glowed softly, threads of pale silver streaking through the black rock like frozen lightning. Sira raised her staff. The crystal at the tip pulsed with moonlight no blue this time, but silver, matching the color that had flowed up through the floor when

The room went dead silent. Darkson turned and walked toward the door. “Rest,” he said without looking back. “Tomorrow, the game begins.” The door closed behind him. Marvin sat back down slowly, his body trembling—not from pain, but from excitement. “This time,” he muttered, eyes burning with hatred, “you won’t walk away, Jordan.” ---- At the Academy Library The academy library was silent, wrapped in thick shadows and the scent of old parchment. Tall shelves stretched endlessly, filled with ancient books and forbidden scrolls. Only a few lanterns were lit, casting dim golden light across the tables.

At that exact microsecond, Jordan feels like the entire hall is spinning gleefully around his head like a wild forest carousel. He parts his teeth, about to speak a smooth word to my white shirt, but Harvey Jupiter forcefully butts his heavy chest right into the middle of our circle. "You actually know Master Franklin's name, Jordan?" "Yeah." Jordan happily meets Harvey’s annoyed gaze, his voice dropping into a quiet, whispering frequency as he leans his head closer to his brother's shoulder. "He is the true silver-eyed goddess—the exact supreme warrior that my tongue told you guys about last moon. My claws are going to pursue his heart for my nest."

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

Jordyn straightened her clothes, intently staring at the door. She couldn’t believe that Jayce just left her like that. ‘What the hell was that?’ Silver whined. ‘Why didn’t you ask him to stay?’ ‘It’s not like any of us know what we are doing.’ Vivian remarked. ‘I do, it’s instinct.’ Silver complained. ‘I don’t get it, is there something wrong with me?’ Jordyn interrupted their bickering.