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"In Zoran's household. Old; very old, she estimates, though he doesn't show it physically. He has silver eyes. He's been with Zoran for at least a decade. Nobody knows his origin." Silver eyes. I went bone-deep cold. "Aldric has silver eyes." The room plunged into an absolute, suffocating silence. "Aldric has been in this house for eleven years," Caius said, his words measured and slow. "Silver eyes are incredibly rare," Kael noted. "In Lycanic bloodlines, there are maybe a dozen documented cases in living memory. They are a marker of the old-line magic. Sight-workers. People who can perceive the literal architecture of a spell."

Snow silver. Every single time it landed differently. The color was not white exactly, not the flat colorless white of winter clouds. It was silver the way moonlight on water was silver, living and shifting depending on how he moved. His eyes in this form were blue, sharper than his human eyes somehow, carrying the same intelligence but stripped of the social considerations that human faces require. Just direct and clear and startlingly beautiful. I looked away before he could catch me staring. We ran.

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

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.

She looked at me for confirmation and I bobbed my head. “Oh, you’ve started your transitions then, congratulations on your step one to becoming a hybrid.” She smiled warmly at me and I looked at her with a little smile. “Why are my eyes silver instead of other colours??? How am I supposed to be going around with a silver eye? Won’t it cause suspicions??” I groaned at how my things seemed to always be the other way around. “I don’t have an answer to that, I haven’t come across a hybrid with a silver orb, I think you’re the first and I intend on finding out if there’s something written about it.” She mumbled with determination.

"Last night—" "It was real," he said simply. "Whatever else happens. It was real." I felt those words settle somewhere important. My phone buzzed again from my jacket pocket. The fourteenth message becoming the fifteenth. I thought about the document. Visibility index: ninety-four out of a hundred. The current yield is three hundred and forty units weekly. Recommended continued investment. I thought about Kenny's hands gripping me like a shield against something coming. About Zara's face when she'd said Dain's name. About the pack meeting and the cold efficiency of forty supernatural beings managing their position in a hierarchy built entirely on being watched.

“How come Wolf hasn’t kicked Dawson’s ass to the other side of the goddamn planet? I think that if any of my Gunner’s boys had done what Dawson and his new MC have done – broken faith, lied to their brothers, started a new club, picked up all their former MC’s contracts – then Gunner would have had his MC riot and rampage until the streets ran with blood. Wolf Connor is no shrinking violet, and he’s sure as hell no angel… no way he’d have a major problem taking a life or two, if it came to that. So – why hasn’t he made a statement that way?” Silver levelled her with a look and Nell blinked. The man had the most incredible eyes that she’d ever seen in a human face, like pure moonlight ripplin

Eyes, they found mine, and I’d never seen those eyes in anything alive. Silver. Not a hint, not a glimmer, pure silver, glowing from inside. No visible pupil, just light. It looked at me. And then it did the most unexpected thing, it lowered its head. Not a threat, not a crouch. Just slow, careful, making itself smaller. Offering its neck to the air. Fundamental submission, the gesture that says: I know exactly what you are. I knew before you did. I stood there, looking at the first wolf, the thing that had lived in the deep old-growth longer than the Elder system itself, with its enormous silver eyes and head bowed. And behind me, Rhydian stopped walking.