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I have two siblings; Oliver who is my twin brother, and Heather who is younger by five years. I am next in line for the title of 'Alpha Of The Silver Claw Pack'. But, at the same time, I have been destined to be the bringer of evil, according to the prophecy that had been foretold long before my birth. My mother had been given the option of getting rid of me as soon as I was born. But, she had refused. This was what led to a new prophecy. My fate would only change with the help of my soulmate.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

For the time being she wanted to see what was going to happen and that was how she learned what they had done to the Witch and her family. It sickened her and a single tear trickled down her cheek, they would pay for what they had done she thought closing her eyes and seeking her magic. A sharp pain hit her flank and she gasped spinning around but seeing nothing as the sedative took effect quickly, 'I see you are awake Silver Wolf.' The huge golden man glared at her through the bars of the cage, he was over six feet five with shoulder length deep golden hair and golden eyes, she knew ins

“Now, wait you just a moment. Sit back down. I said I not be changing me mind. It doesn’t mean you’s can’t convince me.” I knew then he was bluffing. There was something else he wanted more, and the pearls were just a test to see how far I’d go. (End of Wings of Momentum) *** I hope you enjoyed Reggies little time in the spot light. Ayda's second installment will be started sometime time soon in Heart Of Hell. I hope you watch for it, and know I appreciate all the readers who've taken the time to read my stories, much love! XXo

Fifty-Six: Apologies & Wings Kylani I go back to the house and change out of my dress. I put on a pair of cargo pants and an off-the-shoulder shirt with a low cutback. I wish I could wear normal fucking shirts and t-shirts, but those fucking fae genes decided to give Mykenzie and me something that no fae has had in thousands of years. Thank god we have been able to hide them from everyone so far. I knew sooner or later, we would have to show them, but I hope not. Kaleb is already pissed at me for the spying thing. I can only imagine when he finds out I have fucking wings. God damn, recessive fae genes. I look in the mirror at my wings. They are actually pretty. They are big, and the

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

They could feel it too—the deep, invisible presence awakening underfoot. “Hold,” Evie commanded, her voice steady though her heart thundered. She anchored herself, refusing to let fear bleed into her words. Anya, standing close, squeezed her eyes shut and mirrored Evie’s gesture, lowering her palms to the earth. A faint shimmer of silver danced at her wrists, catching the uncertain light. It flickered like the memory of moonlight on water—fragile, but growing.

The silence that followed Kaelen’s declaration was not the peaceful quiet of a battle won. It was the heavy, pressurized hush of a room where the air was being sucked out through a pinhole. The courtyard of the Blackwood Keep, once a theater of violet starlight and golden heresy, had turned into a monochrome nightmare. The black shadow-wings unfurled from Kaelen’s small shoulders were not made of feathers or fire; they were made of a light-drinking substance that seemed to smudge the very reality of the Silver Peaks.

Her body began to glow, and color returned to her pale cheeks. "Continue!" the crone shouted. "Don't stop!" I pushed the dagger deeper. More light streamed from my body. I felt myself emptying out, becoming a hollow shell. But it was worth it. If she could live, it was all worth it. The silver blade sank completely into my heart. The altar exploded with a blinding light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight. And then, everything went dark.

Her wings were huge, ethereal, angelic white wings that unfurled from her back with a crack of raw power. They shimmered like moonlight woven into feathers, each one tipped with a soft glow that burned like fire. She rose into the air, her eyes glowing silver, and for one breathless moment— She was divine. Then she moved. Faster than anything I’d ever seen. She spun through the air, her twin daggers glowing with power as she sliced through the horde. One, two, five, ten—creatures burst into ash with every elegant strike. Her wings swept out, cutting through a dozen more like a blade of light and wind.