Silver:I slept and woke up a couple of times but it never got any brighter in the dungeon. There was no way of telling time in here. I remained in one position, my back against the wall on the bench, imagining the worst and wondering what my fate would be from then onwards. I heard whispers among the other prisoners who were content to squabble with people they didn’t see from time to time, but my mind faded them away. I had no idea what Damon planned to do with me from here on out and that bothered me more than anything else. While I began to fall into my next deep sleep, someone hit the bars of my cell, startling me awake. It was a guard but not just any guard. It was Terah. Damon surely had a sick sense of humor. Terah and I hadn’t crossed paths ever since after that day at the sixth sea. He told me Terah was now under obligation to obey him whether he liked it or not but I never bothered to find out how true it was. Seeing him reminded me of that horrible day when he had t
Silver:I ignored Gerald after I told him what I told him so when he noticed I would no longer respond, he stood up and left. I remained in that position and fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, I was even more hungry than before. How I wish I had asked Gerald to help me with some food before stupidly sending him away. No one else would come to my aid now. When I opened my eyes, I supposed it was morning because there was a thin line of light, through which I could see the people in the cells in front of me. Liza was staring at me with wide eyes and no expression on her face. From the way it appeared, she had probably been watching me for a long while and now did not even know I was seeing her back. My heart broke for her. She was already worse off before she was sent to prison. Being in here for so many months had probably only made her deteriorate. Her face was sunken and she appeared to have lost a lot of weight from the time that I last saw her. I hated the Alpha even mor
Alpha Damon: This is stupid. I am stupid. I put my own mate in jail and for what? Because of something her father did? That wasn’t actually it. I couldn’t possibly blame her for what she had no control over, but what pushed me to put her in jail was her reaction when she was accused. It was almost like she wanted to be thrown in jail. I had something to do with it though. Perhaps the way I had approached her concerning the case, so accusatory, so scarily, perhaps that had pushed her to fight back in the way she could. If she would go down, she would give me a very good reason to make sure she went down. She just had to say those things, attack my ego at the wrongest possible moment, right in front of the maids and guards, right after I heard about what her father had done. But sending her off to jail didn’t make the pain go away. Her absence only reminded me that I had lost not just my mom, but her as well. I felt worse than I did before I even heard the news. Curse all the peo
Tiffanie: Dear Diary, It is officially ten months now since Silver left us, ten months of despair. I feel numb everywhere. Nothing and no one excites me anymore. People avoid me everywhere because I have become scary to look at or talk to. I got this way because I kept blaming everyone, myself included for my sister’s disappearance when I should have been doing something about it. Victor was right when he called me a coward. I’ve been too afraid to do anything to help, constantly bringing up excuses as to why I couldn’t continue on my journey. I ended up picking a fight with him when he called me a coward to my face but maybe I was just scared of hearing the truth. Regardless, it feels awful to be in this state of knowing what I did was wrong and hating myself for it, but also being too afraid to do anything to change it. Silver’s letters are the only thing I look forward to. Victor swears they aren’t from her, but it’s her handwriting and it sounds just like her. The last time,
Silver:I thought that being home would make me feel immensely better but that was not the case. I had been gone for too long apparently. Nothing felt the same anymore. I felt displaced in my own home, more displaced than I ever felt in Reborn pack. Tiffanie looked and acted like a different person. Sure she screamed when she saw me, but I believed she only did that because she probably thought she was seeing a ghost. Nothing about her seemed normal. She was skittish and too afraid to express herself and her face had a permanent frown that wouldn’t lift no matter what I said. I didn’t think my sister had any reason to smile throughout the time I was gone. My breaking point was seeing my mother who had reduced to twice her size, lying on the bed. But how she looked was not the problem. It was the things she said and how she said them. Sure she looked happy to see me but I didn’t really think she saw me. It was like she was looking through me and not at me. She said a few things to
Alpha Damon: Gwyddion’s frail body shook as he knelt before me, confessing his crimes. “What you did deserves capital punishment,” I told him through gritted teeth, trying to keep my anger in check. “I know, my lord. I am ready to accept whatever punishment I deserve, but the girl had to go home. She has suffered enough and nothing is going anywhere,” Gwyddion said. I frowned as my fingers dug painfully into the rough material of the throne chair. “So you thought you could take matters into your own hands,” I hollered, hitting my fist on the throne. “I was going to release her in a few days! She was my Luna. What made you think she was suffering?” Gwyddion looked at me with a look that showed me he didn’t believe what I was saying. Even I didn’t believe what I was saying. I knew my Luna hadn’t been entirely happy being away from her own family, but I had it all under control. “My conscience couldn’t take it, my lord. I’m sorry.” “You’re the one who kept pressurizing us and rem
Silver: “You can do this,” Tiffanie told me as she gave me a light squeeze on the shoulder. I pressed my lips together and nodded, getting ready to face my people and tell them what I knew. “I have second thoughts about this,” Victor voiced his doubts like he had been doing throughout our plan to reveal everything to everyone. “I don’t have a choice,” I almost choked when I remembered the graphic details of the letter my mate, the Alpha had sent me. After my return to our land, everyone kept asking where I had been, who took me and how I managed to return. As I had been released in a hurry, I never really got the chance to construct a believable lie so I just said the first things that came to my head. I knew telling them the truth would only cause their interest in wolves to awaken and might even fuel them to act without thinking, so I purposely kept everything about the wolves away from them. However, when I had received that dreadful letter, I knew telling my people the trut
Silver: “These are the latest silver bullets crafted from your father’s book like you showed us,” one of the soldiers told me. “Watch what happens when I shoot it at the target compared to a normal bullet.” I watched with eagerness as the soldier shot Rogu who was tied up, with the normal gun, but there was no scratch or reaction from him. However, when the soldier shot his left arm with the crafted silver bullet, Rogu began to writhe and scream out in pain. “It works,” I exclaimed. “That’s amazing!” “Unfortunately, we can’t kill him since he’s the werewolf available for us for testing,” the soldier explained. “That’s alright,” I told him. “We’re just getting ourselves prepared in case their Alpha declares war. There’s no telling whether we’ll actually have to fight them or not.” I inspected the other weapons the soldiers and technicians had created under such notice and was marveled at how good they were. At this point, Rogu who was the only test subject was begging for death b