The Alpha's Prized Captive
A silver dagger, small enough to conceal, sharp enough to kill.
The silver burned my palm immediately, but I didn't care. I spun, bringing the blade up just as Dante lunged for me.
"One more step and I'll cut my own throat," I said, pressing the blade against my neck hard enough to draw blood. The silver seared into my skin, but I forced myself not to flinch. "I'll die right here, right now, and you'll lose your precious trophy. Your symbol of Silvermoon's defeat."
Dante froze mid-lunge, his eyes fixed on the blade at my throat.
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