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I covered my mouth in my hands as I heard my world was going to be snatched away from under my feet on the day I will give life to my two babies. “No!” Aramis shook his head, “There will be no heartbeat if there is no Phoenix to hear it,” I have never heard Aramis sob like this. His entire existence was shaking as he held his phone and pointed at Dr. Hannah to not leave the room. “I will make a quick call to someone, I am sure she can help us,” he made deep eye contact with me to let me know who he was talking about. That witch! Silver! She was a young witch, unlike the one he was making a deal with before. Silver had asked for nothing in return. She claimed she was such a pure-hearted witch

I urged, my voice resolute, practically challenging him to doubt again. One of his men opened his mouth to gripe, ready to complain, but then we caught it—a small monkey perched high on a bent branch, its tiny paw clutching a bloom that gave off a strange, ethereal shine. Petals in deep silver hues, the core throbbing with a gentle, supernatural radiance, like it had a pulse. “Holy shit, that’s the Silverbloom,” I whispered, transfixed, wonder coursing through me, my chest clenching with relief, the burden of the quest finally lifting, even as Lucy’s smirks and Liam’s strokes lingered in my mind.

“I needed her powers to make this possible. It might end up killing her, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. As long as you suffer.” The sounds of Silver’s whimpering broke my heart. “Just let her go, Scott. You can have me. But don’t hurt Silver. Don’t hurt your own sister!” “N…no…” I heard Silver gasping; she looked up at me and I saw that her eyes were glowing. Her hair had gone completely white, and I could see her canines breaking through her mouth. She was in so much pain and there was nothing I could do to help her. “E…Elliot… don’t….”

In a moment of sheer audacity, I pulled the journal out and opened it on my lap. ​ "What is the Silver Shard?" I asked, looking up at his reflection in the rearview mirror. ​ Kael’s lips barely moved. "A question better saved for the journey. It’s an artifact your ancestors stole to neutralize the Silver Moon’s lineage. We are simply taking it back." ​ "And why am I the 'unblooded female'?" ​ "Because your mother, in her cleverness, used the ritual to hide the Shard inside the one person no Alpha would ever touch: the wolf-less failure. The Shard is housed within your unshifted essence, making you magically invisible to every wolf in the continent—save for one."

The keep’s hall had not seen banners since before the war. Tonight, they hung again — deep crimson and silver, the colors of Trixie’s line. Torches burned steady against the stone walls, their light flickering across faces both weary and hopeful.Only a select few were gathered. Captains. Elders. Friends who had bled beside her and lived to see dawn. Lana stood near the front, her walking staff carved with fresh runes of blessing. Droco, broad-shouldered and scarred, leaned against a pillar with his arms folded, his dark eyes softening only when they flicked toward Trixie.

I have never used so much dose on one person before, but nothing worked on Xena. “Nonsense! Ryan has made contact. He makes girls go crazy, she is not immune. It should be easy to take her with you around,” she suggests. She really underestimates me. “I was not sure what was happening until I saw Diana. She is a silver wolf,” I tell her and her jaw drops. I really should be higher in rank than her. “Of course. Strap plan B. We destroy the shield and multiply the spell.” “But the pain will be multiplied when they pound at each other. They are like rabbits. I will die!”

Fin stated rather than asked. The Priestess smiled, her ancient eyes twinkling with wisdom. "The goddess works in mysterious ways, young Maxwell. What you see with human eyes is not always what exists in the spiritual realm. In her true essence, Diamond is silver light, the reflection of the moon, the embodiment of the goddess's wisdom. The physical manifestation may appear white with markings, but her soul energy is pure silver."

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

In the center of it all lies a body—a scout, one of our own. He’s sprawled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the sky, vacant and unseeing. Silver burns slash across his chest, angry and unnatural, sizzling with a magic that chills me to the bone. I know my own power, but this is something else. Something older. Something that reeks of cruelty and warning. Lydia stands apart from the crowd, her face ghostly pale, lips parted in shock. She looks smaller than I remember, her usual confidence stripped away.

“Just one clause. If I sign this, I want it stated that the pack owes me nothing, but I also owe the pack nothing. No debts, no obligations, no ties. We’re completely separate.” Alpha Steele considered this. “Fine. That’s acceptable.” He called in his assistant, who added the clause and printed a new version. I read it carefully, making sure there were no hidden traps, then signed my name at the bottom. Aria Silvermoon. The name my parents had given me, not knowing it would become a cage. “You’ll receive your payment at the border,” Alpha Steele said, dismissing me with a wave. “Guards will escort you back.” “Wait,” Damien said suddenly. Both his father and I looked at him in surprise. “I wa