Silverhawk Warriors Novels & Stories

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

I said, and I turned my horse around to look at the large, tarp-covered wagons that were parked at the very back of our formation. I signaled for the drivers to pull the wagons forward, and as the heavy wheels groaned against the rocky path, a group of men wearing white and silver armor stepped out from the shadows of the trees. They weren't wolves, and they didn't have the scent of any shifter I had ever met, because they were members of the Silver Order, the fanatical vampire hunters who spent their lives tracking down monsters like the Huntress. They looked out of place in a wolf war, but they had the technology I needed to deal with a hybrid, and I had paid them a small fortune in gold a

I said, turning away to pace the narrow gravel path outside the glass dome. My boots kicked up small sprays of wet dirt as massive amounts of adrenaline poured through my system. "Malachi has armed his rogue mercenaries with high-density, armor-piercing pure silver weaponry. They have trapped the Vanguard forces inside a tight, boxed-in canyon. Silas, Kaelen's legendary healing factor cannot survive a concentrated, multi-directional silver attack like that. If those weapons pierce his chest... his wolf will literally burn from the inside out. He will die." Silas stared at me, his eyes wide with a deep, profound confusion and visible worry.

Silver Haven Fortress The engines roared like beasts of steel and gasoline, a pack of black SUVs kicking up dust across the half-dead road that cut through Silver Haven’s ridges. Their headlights cut through the foggy gloom, beams dancing across pine and stone. Beside us, other convoys mirrored the sight—Green Briar, Pearl, Crescent, Celestia—all bound by one command. And weaving in and out of the formation ran wolves in their true forms, claws tearing earth, flanks bristling with harnesses strapped with rifles and knives.

He hissed at me, his teeth grinding as he spoke. I laughed at him, taunted and mocked him. “You can’t kill me, Ray Howard. You know you don’t have enough men to wage war against the Silver Blade Pack. Do you think you can go against me with such a little resource you have right now, Ray? I don’t know what Sylvie saw in you. But all I can see here is an incompetent loser who is too arrogant to underestimate his enemies. You get so comfortable that you can take down the Black Gold Group without knowing what kind of enemy you are really against, Howard.”

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.

The only sounds left were the stunned gasps of Mia's packmates. Standing amidst it all, now completely alone in their homelands, were just five Shadowfens: Alpha Roric, his Luna, and the three warriors who'd been allowed in during the Celebration. It was just them the ward did not push away—because they'd entered before the breaking. All others were completely… gone. The warriors of their pack and every other pack member—both the ones who were hiding from the war and the ones who were already in the war—roared in victory.