Novel & Cerita Silverfang Opm

------------- Xavier was already in motion on the other side of the room. He had three calls running in the twenty minutes after I finished with my parents. His tech team went first, remote access to Silvercrest's ward monitoring system, real-time data pull, the interference readings displayed on the operations room screen in the city apartment within minutes. The data came through as a visual, a thin, pulsing line of pressure on the eastern boundary, slow and patient and absolutely continuous. Second call: three senior Silverfang warriors dispatched to Silvercrest immediately. Not announced through standard channels. Quiet movement.

MAYA The sun hung low over the Fangridge when we arrived at Silvermere Pack. The evening light cast long, golden shadows across the landscape, turning the entire territory into something almost ethereal. If I had thought Kael’s pack was beautiful, I had no words for the sight before me now. Rolling hills dotted with ancient silver-barked trees, crystal-clear streams winding through meadows, and the distant shimmer of the famous Silvermere lake.

The faint scent of silver drifted from them, a trick he used to test a wolf's endurance against pain. Carla's confidence flickered. She swallowed hard but tried to mask it with a smirk. "You want us to fight?" "No," Alpha Archer said, his tone as sharp as flint. "Both of you will stand there to endure." The warriors fastened the chains lightly around our wrists, not enough to wound, but enough that the silver stung faintly where it touched skin. My pulse raced as the burn bit into me, searing and cold at once. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

“And you bring with you the fire.” Elira raised her chin. “We ask only to cross. The vampires are on our trail.” The woman studied them for a long moment before speaking. “I am Lyra, alpha of the Crescent Fang. Vampires trespass here as well, though they are not our only enemies.” Her lips curled, revealing sharp teeth. “Why should I not deliver you to them and be rid of your burden?” Kaelen met her gaze. “Because the fire they fear… it’s the same fire that can burn them to ash. Let me fight beside you, and you’ll see it.”

She looked like a child caught sneaking into a graveyard, as her pale knuckles clutched her skirt. “F..five?” she whispered. “That’s not true. There are only three Bloodfang, Moonveil, Ashpaw..” “And Nightborne,” I cut in smoothly, leaning forward so the light painted half my face in shadow. “But then there’s also Silverfang, my little pup” Her throat bobbed. “That’s impossible Silverfang is… a myth. A bedtime story told to scare pups and nightborne no longer exists .” “No.” My voice was velvet over steel. “Silverfang was never a myth.. it was my blood, my birthright, my ruin. And they buried it beneath ash and lies. Shall I show you?”

Damien rolled down his window at that threat. “Hello, friend,” he said smoothly, “That won’t be necessary today. We are on our way to Silver Tower, and I can make a quick call to sort this out.” Damien pulled a flat rectangular screen about the size of my hand from a concealed space next to him. “And, as I’m sure you know, silver only works on wolves from the South, not the North. It would sting and make us angry…” he trailed off.

"But hope won't stop five hundred elite warriors." I looked up, my brow furrowing. "Five hundred?" "The Silver Fangs don’t just hunt. They colonize," Kaelen said, stepping into the dim light. "They have five hundred of the most disciplined killers in the northern hemisphere. And it’s worse than that, Seraphina. My scouts have confirmed they are allied with the Northern Council. The elders who fear your bloodline more than anything in this world. They want you dead to ensure the Lycan throne stays empty forever."