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Silver: Give me minutes. I took a deep breath. So, this is the man who is looking at our house a while ago. I am waiting for his response, so I reviewed again these videos. He is wearing a black outfit from head to toe. My eyes caught a tattoo behind his ear. So I zoomed it out, and take another screenshot that I will send to Silver. Silver: Woah, woman! Do you have an eye of the eagle or did you install something in your eyes? Thalia: Shut up. Just do your work, Silver. Don't make it rush. It's hard to make a mistake.

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

He intercepted them with savage fury, ripping through heavy armor like paper, his golden eyes burning like twin suns in the pitch blackness. “Bring down the nets!” Councilman Vance’s voice shrieked from the safety of the high dais. “Activate the Silver Grid! Do not let the abomination escape!” A sharp, metallic mechanical hiss echoed through the vaulted ceiling. Suddenly, massive, weighted iron nets woven with heavy silver wire dropped from the rafters.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

As a solution—like I’m the answer to a question nobody wanted to ask. And answers always come with a price. I’m standing at the edge of the southern clearing—the place where the circle held Violet. The grass grew back in spirals, like it remembers the old ritual, curling around the spot where it tried to burn itself into the earth. No scar, though. That’s what rattles everyone. Lydia’s magic didn’t leave a wound. I took it. Pulled it into myself. The silver under my skin’s quieter now, but heavier. Like metal that cooled too quickly but still remembers being on fire.

She howled his name repeatedly, demanding he claim responsibility for her, threatening to report both him and me to the High Council of Packs otherwise. The videos spread rapidly throughout pack networks, opinions divided, with some beginning to investigate my identity. As I frowned in irritation, Nate appeared and silently took my crystal. "You're due for a holiday. We're going to the Ancient Peaks tomorrow." Before I could respond, he had already made all arrangements. When we reached the summit together and gazed across the vast wilderness, something within me finally settled. There was nothing wrong with love itself—the flaw lay in those who couldn't honor its sanctity.

“Maybe you should just go back with them, Ashley. You’ve already brought enough trouble by leading them here.” “This is ridiculous,” she said, her arms crossed turning back to Silvia. “You’re risking everything for her based on some mark and a feeling? Silvia, you’re our alpha. You’re supposed to protect us, not gamble our lives on a hunch.” I bit my lip, swallowing the urge to snap back, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. The Silver Fang warrior’s grin widened, like he was enjoying the tension, like he thought he’d already won. I met his gaze, my voice steady despite the fear twisting in my gut. “Well, then, come get me,” I said, daring him to make a move.

He was entirely focused on me. "Brave," he said. "Foolish, but brave. Sending away your only ally. Now it's just you and me." "That's what you think." I unleashed everything I had. Silver light exploded from my hands in focused beams. Thaltos dodged the first strike, but the second caught him in the shoulder. He staggered. "Good," he said, touching the burn. "You won't make it easy. I appreciate that. The easy ones are boring."

He just opened his mouth, and the silver sludge from the mercury-react dribbled onto the floor. Vance fell back against the terminal. "What have you done to him?" "I saved him," I said. "Something you would never understand." "You think this is over?" Vance laughed, a high, desperate sound. She pressed a button on the terminal. "The Silver-Eater isn't just a vacuum, Joshua. It’s a homing beacon. And it’s tuned to the specific frequency of your child’s heart." The ground shook. A low, bone-deep hum started. It was coming from the sky.

he said. "Sterling deployed a Resonance Net. High-altitude drone array, automated tracking system, silver-frequency detection. It's been up for about forty minutes — I've been watching the signature build from the relay I still have running on the north road." A brief pause. "Anyone with a Silver signature exits that shaft and they get a lock within seconds." "Lock means what." "Lock means coordinates transmitted to Sterling's forward units simultaneously. Faster than you can move." Xander looked at Elena. Elena looked at Maya. Maya looked at the shaft with an expression that had started as disappointment and arrived at resignation.