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However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Rhea’s tiny hands clutched a wooden wolf carving; Ren followed close behind, eyes wide with wonder. “Mama,” Rhea whispered, voice trembling with excitement. “Lyra came to my dream. She said the Moon gave us a gift.” I knelt, heart tight, searching their small faces. “A gift?” They nodded, and then it happened. Their eyes flickered, not gray this time, but luminous silver, catching the moonlight like twin shards of starlight. I froze, breath caught between awe and disbelief. That silver… I had seen it in Lyra’s eyes before the battle. Now it danced in my children.

, I say, but they don’t even look at me. “Guys, please, look at me”, I say, but nothing happens. I see the girls smiling and turning their heads. One of the girls pulls her long hair back, exposing her naked neck. They both lock eyes with me, and I see their canines grow, and they bite them. They are making them. No. NO. They can’t, no. I feel Silver agitated, and she cries. She is howling in agony as I think my stomach and heart are sinking. No. Please no.

"Coated in ionized silver dust. Explosive yield: small. Armor penetration: zero. Anti-magic properties: absolute." "Burn them," Jack said. Catherine squeezed the trigger. The swarm didn't attack the gargoyles' thick skin. It flew into them. The drones targeted the eyes, the mouths, the open gills along their necks. BOOM-BOOM-BOOM-BOOM. The sky lit up with hundreds of tiny, brilliant silver flashes. It wasn't a fiery explosion; it was a mist. A glittering, deadly fog of silver. For a werewolf or a magical creature, silver wasn't just poisonous; it was anathema. It disrupted the magical binding that held their unnatural physiology together.

Vastria smiled as she noticed the man getting near. The man now in front of her, everything got slower, everyone then stopped in motion. Each person stared in front of them. Vastria stared directly into the man’s crystal black eyes as he stares back with his usual grin. His eyes suddenly changed with a glow of silver. Vastria’s mind grew dense, heavy, and hazy. A pause in breath took over Vastria as darkness ate away at her vision and the air getting weightless around her.

I can’t keep my eyes off of him. I trace his left cheek with the tip of my fingers. “You are so beautiful.” He replies with a grunt followed by whispered words that I don’t quite understand. Did he say ‘goddess?’ My fingers travel across his face, and I try to memorize the shape of his nose and mouth. The colors keep bathing us, making it possible for me to see his eyes. Not for long though, but long enough to never forget their color—silver. Just like those of Raven.

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.