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Her eyes were all red and puffy, and she must have done a lot of washing on her face, trying to conceal it but to no avail. “Do you want me to tell you about my new escapade? Ohh, it’s something.” Silver said. “Yeah,” Elena replied, a little smile on her face that didn’t sit well with her. “So the last party we went to, the one that you guys bailed out on me and you got yourself lost, I met a guy…” she started, her face radiating with a smile and making Elena sit well. Silver was not one for boys. She was more of a boy herself, always not caring, giving in to anything, and doing as she pleases.

"B-But how did I?" "You contained the silver." "I-I couldn't have…." Disbelief in my voice. If I really did, then how did I do it? I merely hold his hands! Seeing the look on my face, Ellis motioned me with his eyes to check out Elena's hands. Then he said, "See that white light? That light is the only thing that silver obeys. Elena is using it to get the silver out of Rum." Like a magnet. Those snowy hands are possessed a certain magnetic ability that attracts silver.

The book was flat, with only a few pages, and that intrigued me even more. I opened the first page and began to read; “The Silver Bloods are a rare breed of werewolves, descended from the moon goddess herself. It is a line of only female wolves. Not that males are born from these females, but they never seem to inherit the qualities of their mother.” Interesting. There were special wolves out there that were more powerful than the norm. I turned a few more pages and stopped; “Characteristics: They appear fairly normal in their human form, except for their silver hair.”

Lady Elena eagerly asked, leaning forward conspiratorially, her eyes wide with curiosity. With a languid sigh, I walked toward my lounge and sat gracefully while I tried to keep my emotions bottled up. I picked up the silver teacup and stirred it leisurely before taking a sip, trying to maintain my composure in front of the gossipy Lady Elena. "You sound as though you’ve seen a ghost, Lady Elara. But yes, it seems the king’s little secret has finally been brought home to roost. How… sentimental of him." "Sentimental? Or scandalous? The palace hasn’t seen such a stir since the Duke’s wife eloped with her footman." Lady Miren smirked mischievously, clearly enjoying the gossip and drama.

“Anna, let me make it clear to you, I am not timid like Cohen, and I find it different to control myself once I run wild…” Elsie wore a guilty expression and her eyes turned teary. “Too bad it was late when I figured it out… you are a dangerous human. You come into our life and mix our salt with sand…” “I wish I wasn’t scared then…” she said in regret and Anna cut her off. “But thank God you were. If you aren’t, how will I have my chance?” A drop of a tear fell from Elsie’s face, and she instantly wiped it. “Yes, I did and I am regretting it already,”

Maybe one day she’d marry a rich billionaire and then she wouldn’t have to lift a finger to work, she smiled at her train of thoughts, shaking her head slightly to clear them off, knowing that it was an impossibility. “Let’s go.” She said instead to Elina. Pushing her body off the bed and heading towards the door. Walking into her home, Silver felt the familiar chill that she had been feeling for most part of the day, run down her spine. A soft gasp leaving her lips as she tried to figure out if something was wrong. Scanning her room quickly she couldn’t find a single thing amiss. The bed was exactly had she had left it. Even the sweatshirt that she had contemplated on wearing was in the pos

“I knew when I rescued Elise. The moment our eyes met, every cell in my body reacted like someone struck a chord inside my ribs.” “No,” Aisling says flatly. “Try again.” I meet her eyes. “Aisling. I’m not confused.” “You are,” she replies in a soft, icy voice. “Spectacularly.” My hands curl into fists. Zarina clears her throat. “There’s something else, isn’t there?” “And then when she fainted from the silver poisoning, I touched her blood—it—it reacted.” Aisling straightens. “Explain.” “It shimmered. Under the moonlight. Like molten silver mixed with light. It glowed for a second, then vanished.”

I was looking for was called the pink satin. Rich leers were said to stick to the part of the pleasure district. If I were going to give myself without love then I was going to make sure that it was with someone who had the money. Leers or non-humans tended to have money if they made it all the way into Rezzidel. As I walked I became aware of how over my head this situation was. Men were lifting the dresses of the women that they handed money to. Right there in the open. I kept Cedar's head facing me. I didn’t want him to be exposed to this. I couldn’t risk leaving him at the house and then mother coming back. I lifted my chin higher. I could do this. I tried not to make eye contact with an

“I'll keep Elara distracted while you find an opening to take her down. We have to act fast.” Silver nods, her eyes alight with determination as she braces herself for the risky gambit ahead. “I'm ready, Allegra,” she replies, her voice steady despite the danger looming before us. “Just tell me what to do.” With a shared nod of understanding, we spring into action, our movements coordinated and precise as we execute our plan. I focus all of my attention on Elara, engaging her in conversation and taunting her with every opportunity, while Silver moves stealthily behind her, poised to strike when the moment is right.

There it was, a conundrum. Little did the two know, someone heard the entire conversation and they were not happy. But they also knew everything that was cooking. Elsie walked to their room feeling like a zombie. When she opened the door a note fell from above to her feet. She was curious to open it. And it read. Dear Elsie, I know what you did. You might look innocent but I know your secret. Before this gets worse bring me two hundred thousand dollars in dustbin at the race course in the CBD. Failure to that I'll make your life a living hell.