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A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

"Come on," Silver said, his voice softening as he turned back to her. "I want to show you something." "We're naked in your bed. What more could you possibly want to show me?" “Let me finish the grand tour. Then we can order food, open a bottle, and recreate the first time we met. But today I’ve got something special.” “What’s that?” Silver grinned and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small transparent bag filled with icy white powder and a bottle of expensive whiskey. He held them up like prizes.

That word again. Lucky to be handed a girl like livestock. Lucky to be expected to break her without breaking a sweat. Xavier said nothing. Dorian clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t look so grim. You’ll enjoy it. First time’s always a thrill. Especially when they’re still… fresh.” Xavier flinched. It was the smallest movement. Barely noticeable. But Dorian saw it. “Don’t tell me,” he said slowly, stepping back with a smirk. “You’ve never—?”

"He's sexy. A certifiable sexy silver fox." I watch a smirk find the guy's mouth as he makes her a new martini. Maybe I need to drink mine to take the edge off. So I toss back half of it and wait for it to warm my body a little before I take another sip. "I suppose, if you like that kind of thing," I remark, shrugging. Of course, I think he's a certifiable sexy silver fox, one I'd gladly fuck over and over again because he strikes me as someone who knows how to pleasure a woman in every way she deserves. And dare I say, he could probably do better than Jackson, but I can't dock Jackson until we actually fuck. Then I'd have something to base these thoughts on.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

For the time being she wanted to see what was going to happen and that was how she learned what they had done to the Witch and her family. It sickened her and a single tear trickled down her cheek, they would pay for what they had done she thought closing her eyes and seeking her magic. A sharp pain hit her flank and she gasped spinning around but seeing nothing as the sedative took effect quickly, 'I see you are awake Silver Wolf.' The huge golden man glared at her through the bars of the cage, he was over six feet five with shoulder length deep golden hair and golden eyes, she knew ins

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

I nod curtly at his suggestion that we head out, and follow him down the hall, but not without sharing one last gaze with the woman whose stillness I was yet to unravel. All thoughts of warm blue eyes were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind as we headed to the Silvermane border. We had confirmed the accuracy of the rogue attack on our way and it turns out that it wasn’t the first. Just the most alarming. At the border, the Silvermane Protectors, led by Garron’s three daughters were already in position, each wolf manning their posts as their eyes swept across the woods beyond. The twitch in their ears at every stir and rustle of wind and the intensity of their gazes spoke of true disci

“What’s on your mind?” “I want to become Silverclaw.”

Silver commented, “You should cut down, too. Otherwise, you might get a face full of pimples and look really ugly.” “I know, I’ll monitor myself.” “When I’m out traveling, I sometimes camp in the wilderness, so grilling is all I can do with the fish, or shrimp, or wild chickens, or wild rabbits that I manage to catch.” Silver took a sip of his whiskey and sighed, “The whiskey Audrey’s collected is really good. Hey, when I leave, give me a few bottles of good whiskey to bring back and drink during the New Year’s.”