Novel & Cerita Silver Angry Birds Movie 2

Life in the south was better than I could have imagined. I was put in charge of the Silver Moon Pack’s most sacred sanctuary, home to rare silver foxes, snow wolves, and the legendary moon-stags. My innate bond with the wild finally had a place to thrive. Whenever I walked through the sanctuary, the animals would approach me on their own. Silver foxes would brush their fluffy tails against my palm. Snow wolf pups would roll around at my feet, begging for attention. The pack members looked at me with open adoration.

Since the river last night, when even the quiet between them had felt like sparks waiting for ignition. But hearing the word… Hearing that word internally… It changed everything. “Kalen?” Rowan asked, brow raised. “Are you listening?” “No,” Kalen said bluntly. “Say it again.” Rowan sighed, exasperated. “I said Silverpine wants to renegotiate the agreement. Nightclaw follows. Then Crescent Fang—” That name punched through his ribs. The wolf leapt. Crescent Fang. Mate. Go. To. Mate. No.

I pushed myself up, swallowing it down. “Anyway, so what happened?” Silver asked. I hopped up on the counter to glare at him. “Why don’t you ever just enjoy it? You’re so obsessed with Osprey.” He narrowed his eyes on me. “You should have told me days ago. Did it work or not? And have you seen Dean?”

Or maybe he did and simply didn’t care. He hates this. He hates me. “She understands the importance of obedience,” her father was saying now. “Knows how to walk behind. Knows how to stay small. We made sure of it.” “Has she bled?” one of the strangers asked. Elara froze, only for a breath. That word again. Not shameful here. Just... another box to tick. Her father nodded. “Twice. Regular. She’s ready.” Another man stood to inspect her more closely. “How are her teeth?”

The bird soared, vanishing into the moonlit clouds. Damian watched the bird disappear, then without warning, WHIP! The sharp crack of his hand across her cheek echoed loudly. Her head snapped to the side, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Then came the blade. “I’d silence you forever too,” he whispered darkly. “Lying traitors don’t deserve to speak.” With one swift motion, he cut out her tongue. The wet, fleshy piece dropped to the dirt beside her. She screamed—no sound came, only a gurgled whimper.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

Silver voiced in anger, kicking off a can of empty drink. Well, she seems very pissed, which is oddly suspicious, especially since she wasn't even the type to care about games so much, well, unless… I pulled her at arms length closer to me, “Yo you didn't bet on this game right?” I asked, my eyes already discerning her look. Her subtle chuckle with her eyes flickering away from my site was all the answer I required. “Please tell me you didn't bet millions on this Silver ?” “Well…” I released my hold on her, as I sat right back on my seat. Yep, she certainly just lost millions, not my problem though, and I'm pretty it would be a few anyway, she isn't the type to stupidly drop she can't handle

She replied gently He stepped beside her, his hands slipping into his pockets as they both watched two squirrels dart down a tree trunk, circle one another, then race back up into the branches. “Yes, you look beautiful as always Silver. But you always come here when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice becoming soft. “What’s wrong?” Silver took a deep breath, inhaling the cool air like it could ground her. Then her voice, quiet but sharp, cut through the silence. “You said they were dead. Their car was found after the accident. The report claimed they were both dead, didn’t it?”

The forest was alive tonight. Silver light dripped through the trees, dappling the earth in pale ribbons as paws pounded soft dirt and breath steamed in the cool air. The pack ran as one—fluid, silent, sure. And this time, Trixie was among them. Not stumbling. Not trailing. Running.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.