Off To The Races Elsie Silver Novels & Stories

She was trying on some spell. I leaned forward, "What's she doing?" I asked in a whisper. "Um, she's trying a spell. Our mates wouldn't be able to find us for a few hours." Silver replied. The car was running at full speed. "Wow! This thing is really cool." I smiled, leaning back. I wiggled my fingers and looked down at them. 'I wish! I could do it, too.' "Your phone is switched off, right?" Silver asked. Elizabeth was still busy reading and wiggling her fingers.

She turned to me with a serious face. “What happened? One minute you’re here, the next minute you disappear. No message, no call. Nothing.” I took a deep breath. “I went to Silvercrest. There was no network there. They live like it’s the 1500s. No phones, no internet. Just wolves and weird rituals. They wanted us to bond.” Elsie looked at me like I just told her I went to Mars. “I was so worried. I thought something had happened to you.”

"Let's go!" Outside the restaurant, Trixson smirked as she watched Elsie carrying three bags. It made her feel superior and made her wonder if people mistook Elsie for a servant. Only the designer clothes could set Elsie apart from a maid. She tsked, feigning pity as she skillfully lied, "I would have helped you with those bags, but I need to return to the set, you know, for the movie 'Eternal Sunshine'." Elsie's face shone with understanding, and she nodded nonchalantly. "Okay, no problem. I'm heading home. Are you still playing 'Phine Asong'?"

Teasing me about my driving. "You drive like a maniac," she said, grinning. "I drive with passion." "You drive like you're trying to win a race." "Maybe I am." I pressed the accelerator. The car surged forward. Silver laughed and grabbed the door handle. "Henry, slow down!" "Where's the fun in that?" "You're going to get us killed!" "I'm an excellent driver." "You're an excellent menace!" The road was empty. The streetlights blurred past. Silver was laughing now, really laughing, her head thrown back, her hair flying.

She just stood there, blade lowered at her side, breathing as though the world had just collapsed on her shoulders and she was trying to hold it up with trembling hands. I forced myself forward, each step a punishment, my side bleeding, ribs grinding, vision tunneling. Every instinct I had was screaming to reach her, shield her, pull her away from all of this. But the rogues noticed. Every single pair of feral eyes turned toward me. The silver wolf. The outsider and enemy who had nearly killed their king. A few wolves growled low, threatening. One tried to step forward. Rowan blocked him with a snarl. Elias's blade glinted near the throat of another who twitched the wrong way. But none of th

"The vicious creatures that live in the darkest place called Ereje, one of the greatest foes of our race." "Our race?" my eyes narrowed slightly. This couldn't be true, but I couldn't deny that something about her statement made sense. "Silver werewolves. I am Lady Catheleia, the Mother of Silver Werewolves with a duty to preserve the life of Silver, including you, Gwen." My mouth fell open upon hearing that. "And I showed up only to apprise you that your sister is in peril. It all started with you, but it doesn't mean I'm putting you the blame. Now that you're living a new life, your sister is bound to encounter undying dangers. You too, Gwen."

The Circle of Silver held their formation, barely. Silverlight flared in blinding arcs as water shields rose and shattered, rose and shattered again. The sound of claws scraping against stone mixed with snarls that sounded wrong, stretched too far into something almost human. Elise moved constantly, never still, her hands lifting and cutting through the air as crescent fire tore through corrupted flesh with surgical precision. A feral lunged at her from the left. She turned without thinking, palm striking forward. Silver flame exploded outward, hurling the creature back into two others. They crashed together in a tangle of limbs and broken howls.

Of the woman at the Blood Moon Ceremony stepping back from her without knowing why, because something in the air around her had changed and her body had registered what the system had not. She thought about standing straight in the ceremony hall while three hundred wolves watched a man reject her. She thought, "They gave him a reason that was already a lie." The brand on her wrist was not a rank. It had never been a rank. It was a lid. Dr. Elan was watching her face. She was aware of this and aware that she was not managing her expression the way she usually managed it, and she let that be true for a moment. He had earned the honesty of her actual face.

But it was his eyes that held her. Silver. Not grey. Not blue. Silver. They shimmered faintly in the moonlight, unnatural and captivating, like something not entirely human. Not entirely wolf. Elsie’s breath hitched softly. For a moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them standing there beneath the moon. And for the first time in what felt like forever— Elsie felt something shift inside her. Not her wolf. However, something equally potent. Something awakening.

“That’s more warriors than we can count.” “More warriors,” a third sighed dramatically, “means more handsome wolves.” “More handsome wolves,” Lizzy chimed in, “means a more difficult choice to make.” Evie shook her head, muttering, “And here we are, stuck polishing silver for the festival. My back will never forgive me.” They laughed softly, leaning on each other for support. Lizzy touched Elara. “Are you excited?” she asked teasingly. “Meeting your mate under the full moon? Feeling the butterflies yet?”