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“ Well, our partnership means a lot to me because I feel we both can mend our broken friendship through this. So, I wouldn’t want our partnership to end because of something that can be fixed. Let Maya take the place of Lydia. She’s more beautiful and endowed in the right parts of her body than Lydia is after all, “ Silver said with his gaze never leaving Maya. “ Excuse me, Sir, what? “ Maya rushed to ask Silver with a shocked expression on her face. Did I just hear Silver well? Maya should take Lydia’s place as the model for the photoshoot. Was he joking? “ You're joking, right? “ I asked Silver with a neutral expression on my face, while Maya looked like she would pass out any moment due t

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

“That did not make sense. Even if she tried to make you bargain Amy’s life for mine, there was no way she actually thought Caelthorn would be willing or let you make such an exchange.” Silver’s jaw tightened a bit. “Seraphina is trying to keep me out of the battle. If Amy is with her, I cannot make rash choices.” Besides the fact that Silver was an elemental, what was so special about him? “Elara, have you ever heard of the elemental dragons?”

At that same moment— Miles away—Silverfang Pack remained completely unaware of the storm racing toward them. Inside the massive Silverfang estate, Alpha Carlo sat comfortably within his private hall surrounded by alcohol, advisers and guards. Laughter echoed lightly inside. Unlike BloodFall and Crestmoon—Silverfang was calm tonight. Carlo raised his goblet lazily. “To Ashbourne Academy.” Several advisers smirked knowingly. One of them chuckled. “If the ritual succeeded tonight and Darkson comes back, then Silverfang will finally have its terrifying heir.”

⛏️ 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.

For Silver. The door opened and Logan poked his head out. “Come in here for a moment, Sil.” He said with a grin. “We're gonna get that collar off.” I stood from the little bench and my stomach immediately turned over inside of me. Fighting the rising nausea and panic, I clutched my hands together in front of me and slowly stepped past Logan and into the Alpha's office, head hung low. For Silver. Doing this for Silver. I'm doing this for her.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

I joked. "I guess." She laughed lightly despite her evident pain. "What happened to you after Eden went missing?." I returned serious again. "She came to get me herself, and that's when I met Earl, well actually she sold me to him..." Silver said and breathed out shakily. "Sold?." I quirked my brow. "Apparently, because he paid her some huge sum of money in cash the day he took me from her and after that day I never heard from her again." Silver explained.

He looked up, his golden eyes reflecting the brilliant glare of the liquid silver, and offered a deep, respectful bow that rippled through the nearby workers. "The purity of the High Court's silver is unparalleled, Queen Lyra," Vance called up, his voice straining to carry over the roar of the blast furnaces. "We aren't just forging standard blades. We are tipping ten thousand arrows with this metal. We are casting silver mesh to line our front-line shields. When the High King’s remaining loyalist packs clash with us on the plains, their own claws will break against the very element they fear most." I leaned over the railing, my voice dropping into that double-toned sovereign resonance that

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”