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But I quietly hope that If it ever happens… It won’t destroy them. Leo bows and leaves and Elara turns to me. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” I say. “I have a question.” “Shoot.” I hesitate. “Do you know anyone in Lycan history who looks like me… but with silver eyes?” She frowns. “Looks like you but with Silver eyes?” “Yes.” She shakes her head slowly. “No. Not that I know of.” My shoulders droop and disappointment sinks in. But then she brightens. “Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.”

She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, but makeup plasters her face. Trex grunts and starts striding back and forth in my head. ‘I hate that shit. She doesn’t need it,’ Trex snarls and begins clawing at me to take over. ‘What the fuck’s going on with her eyes?’ He growls, and it’s then that I notice Silver’s orbs are a brilliant shade of Sapphire blue and aren’t changing hues.

And as determined as she was to keep Iron as far away from them as possible, she wasn’t stupid either. Simon had been born with her dark brown eyes, almost as black as his and his sister’s hair. But the fact they’d both inherited Iron’s pitch-black hair was the least of their problems. Any human could have hair like that. But Serena had inherited the Aster eyes: silver and bright, as if all the stars in the sky were gathered there.

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

The locket and chain, dangle just below my chin and can only be seen from this angle. ** "I thought our eyes were golden?" "No, ‘my’ eyes are golden. When ‘you’ are in control, in this form, your eyes are silver, because your human eyes are silver." "Oh, I see, that’s a cool feature." "Hmm. Just promise me, you will try to find her." "Ugh, why?" "Because I need her, and so do you." "I don’t agree that I need her, but, if you say that you need her, then I agree to try. Good enough?"

I feel sluggish and sick, I’ve been given something to dull my senses, the silver and wolfsbane prevent my wolf and I from communicating. As my blurry vision clears, I start to hear humming, there’s a strange circle and sigils written into the ground. Then I scream, on pikes around me are the heads of my loved ones. Tears stream down my cheeks as I scream again. Then a man, one I recognize, steps into view. His orange eyes and auburn hair seem appropriately matched to the fires of the torches around us. At his side is a gorgeous woman. Her eyes are ice blue and her hair is long and silver. She isn’t a wolf, I don’t need my senses to know this. “Beta Sego, please… please help me…”

The air in the sacred Silver Moon clearing was thick with anticipation, the howls of gathered wolves echoing like a song of hope and grief. The ruins of their past packs felt like ancient scars, yet this new congregation exuded a sense of rebirth. Iris stood at the center, her golden and shadowed aura blending, balancing light and dark as the moonlight caressed her face. In her arms, her twin children cooed softly—one with eyes glowing pure silver, the other with an unsettling but beautiful onyx hue.

However, it was her eyes that were the most unusual. Bright blue, glowing like fireflies. Kai inhaled sharply. His mind snapped back to that day when they had been sparring… the moment when Vienna’s eyes had shifted into something different. It had been an eerie shade of silver that day too, but it wasn't the same today. And none of those colors belonged to the spectrum on which they had arranged their hierarchy: neither omega, beta, nor alpha. Something else. Something unknown. Fynn remained rooted to the spot, tension rolling off him in waves.

“Now!” I spun toward the tent—but froze. The cries had stopped. My blood turned to ice. “Why are they quiet?” I whispered. Damien followed my gaze. His face was drained of color. A shadow moved inside the tent. Not small. Not human. Not a wolf. The fabric ripped open from the inside. A towering figure stepped out, its body wrapped in black chains glowing with runes. Its eyes weren’t red—they were silver. Luna silver. It tilted its head, studying me.

I turned my head slowly, following his gaze. Silver flashed between the trees. Not Garrett's warriors returning. Something else entirely. Eyes that glowed not amber but cold, metallic silver. And there were dozens of them.