Why did the silver affect Anastasia? 🤔
AnastasiaI push open the heavy wooden door and step into the meeting room adjacent to Pete’s office. The air inside is tainted with the scent of old leather and faint traces of cigarette smoke, probably from whatever hunter was here before me. A few men are already seated around the table, their eyes flicking up as I enter. Some nod in acknowledgment, others barely look at me.Fine by me.I take my seat, setting a folder down in front of me like I belong here—not like I have something to prove. My position in this mission isn’t exactly what I want. I’ve been assigned to oversee things from the base, to strategize and guide from behind the scenes. But that’s not where I need to be. I need to be out there, in the north territory, handling things myself.A slow burn spreads across my chest, a reminder of the silver from yesterday’s training. I force my hands to stay still and breathe through it. It’s not unbearable. I’ve dealt with worse. And if it does kill me… well, it won’t be today.
AnastasiaWiping away the sweat that clings to my skin, I drag the small towel across my forehead. My muscles burn, my breath still a little uneven from training, but the ache feels good. Tossing the towel over my shoulder, I turn to leave when a water bottle appears in front of my face, stopping me mid-step.Arching an eyebrow, I follow the arm holding it and find a guy nearly my age standing just a step away. Tall and lean, he has the kind of build that favors speed over brute strength. His golden hair is tied back at the nape of his neck, a few strands slipping free to frame sharp features.Glancing from him to the bottle, then back again, I cross my arms. "And you are?"Smirking like he expected the question, he tilts his head slightly. "Ethan," he says, voice calm, unhurried. "Figured you could use this."Studying him, I notice something different. He doesn’t look nervous, which is rare. Most people—especially the ones who don’t know me well—tend to tread carefully around me. But
MikhailI stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend.Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.I haven't earned the title of Cruel Blind Alpha for nothing. Killing is my second nature. As the Alpha of the strongest pack in the northern territory, my pack and I are known for being ruthless and fierce. My father might not have been a loving father, but he was a great mentor. He taught me never to let anyone consider my sightlessness as a weakness.His methods were harsh, al
SophiaMy face turns towards the right while the skin of my cheek stings with the impact of the slap.My eyes burn with tears, which I refuse to release as my gaze is trained on the floor."Apologize to Cynthia right now!" My father bellows causing me to flinch. "How dare you disrespect my wife and your Luna by questioning her actions?!"My mother died soon after giving birth to me, and my father blamed me for her death. When I turned three, councilmen asked my father to take a second chance mate because his wolf was going crazy without his mate. Even though he didn't want to, he had to find another mate because, slowly, his wolf was going insane. Since my mother was his true mate, he never wanted to give her place to anyone else, so instead of taking Cynthia as his second chance mate, he married her. Cynthia is what you can call a true definition of an evil stepmother. She hated me from the moment she married my father and made it clear to me that I was unwanted in her house.But s
MikhailThe door to the office opens after a soft knock on the door, and I immediately recognize the scent of my Beta, Alexei. Lifting my head, I look at the blurred figure of his frame."Alpha," he says, his tone serious. "We've received an invitation.""Invitation?" I raise an eyebrow.It is strange because nobody wants to invite me into their territory because of my reputation. "Yes, for the Full Moon Ball at Redwood Pack." He places an envelope on my desk and pushes in my direction until it touches my fingertips. "It's from Alpha Gregor.""What does he want from us this time?" I reach out and run my fingers over the envelope, feeling the embossed seal of the Redwood Pack. Gregor.Alexei takes a seat in front of my desk before he speaks."From what I have gathered, he's inviting all the prominent packs. Probably to form alliances as there has been a rise in rogue attacks.""Do you plan to attend, Alpha?" Alexei asks.The idea of mingling with other Alphas doesn't appeal to me, but
SophiaThe Full Moon Ball is only a day away, and the pressure is on. Each year different pack hosts Full Moon Ball and this is year it is Redwood Pack's turn to arrange this annual ball. My father is leaving no stone upturn to make sure our pack's Full Moon Ball is one of the best balls that has been witnessed in the years. Determined to get through my day without drawing any attention, I keep my head low and busy myself with the long chores that I have been assigned. My stomach grumbles with hunger but ignoring the hunger pangs I continue sweeping the hallways floors until it is shiny enough for people to see their reflection.Standing up with a sigh, I pick up the bucket of dirty water and carry it outside to throw the water in the bushes before resuming the cleaning of the guest house where all the Alphas and their families will be staying.As I am polishing the silverware in the dining room, I overhear some of the higher-ranking wolves talking about the guests who will be arri
MikhailAlexei sits beside me as we travel to the Redwood pack. I can sense his curiosity and slight apprehension about this trip, but he knows better than to voice it.I normally don't attend such events, but for some reason, I felt intrigued to go there. It is almost like something is calling me. "How much longer?" I ask, my voice cutting through the quiet."About an hour," Alexei replies. He momentarily stops using his phone as the sound of his typing stops.Nodding, I lean back against the leather seat.The number of rogue attacks has been increasing, and while I prefer to handle things within my own territory, I cannot ignore the potential benefits of forming alliances. Maybe coming to this ball is not a bad idea, as it sounded to me earlier.Abruptly, Alexei's words about the true mate bond come to my mind. A mate, destined by the Moon Goddess, created for me alone. I shake my head, trying to dismiss the thought.Layla is enough. She will be my Luna."We're almost there," Ale
SophiaChecking my reflection in my small mirror, I tuck a few strands of hair behind my ear, which have escaped from my braid. Running my hand over my white dress, I try to smoothen it as much as I can. Honoring the Moon Goddess, all the she-wolves wear white, especially the unmated she-wolves. This is the only nice dress that I own that I have been wearing for the past few years on the Red Moon. But since tonight is Full Moon Ball, I decided to wear it even though it is not Red Moon because I want to look a bit presentable in front of others.Wiping my face with the small hand towel, I once again check my reflection before I head out towards the training ground to help others prepare the ground for the Full Moon shift. All the unmated wolves will try to find their mates during the ball. And later, when midnight strikes, everyone would come outside and shift into their wolves and go for the run. Newly mated wolves will celebrate their unions while the other will run alongside their
AnastasiaWiping away the sweat that clings to my skin, I drag the small towel across my forehead. My muscles burn, my breath still a little uneven from training, but the ache feels good. Tossing the towel over my shoulder, I turn to leave when a water bottle appears in front of my face, stopping me mid-step.Arching an eyebrow, I follow the arm holding it and find a guy nearly my age standing just a step away. Tall and lean, he has the kind of build that favors speed over brute strength. His golden hair is tied back at the nape of his neck, a few strands slipping free to frame sharp features.Glancing from him to the bottle, then back again, I cross my arms. "And you are?"Smirking like he expected the question, he tilts his head slightly. "Ethan," he says, voice calm, unhurried. "Figured you could use this."Studying him, I notice something different. He doesn’t look nervous, which is rare. Most people—especially the ones who don’t know me well—tend to tread carefully around me. But
AnastasiaI push open the heavy wooden door and step into the meeting room adjacent to Pete’s office. The air inside is tainted with the scent of old leather and faint traces of cigarette smoke, probably from whatever hunter was here before me. A few men are already seated around the table, their eyes flicking up as I enter. Some nod in acknowledgment, others barely look at me.Fine by me.I take my seat, setting a folder down in front of me like I belong here—not like I have something to prove. My position in this mission isn’t exactly what I want. I’ve been assigned to oversee things from the base, to strategize and guide from behind the scenes. But that’s not where I need to be. I need to be out there, in the north territory, handling things myself.A slow burn spreads across my chest, a reminder of the silver from yesterday’s training. I force my hands to stay still and breathe through it. It’s not unbearable. I’ve dealt with worse. And if it does kill me… well, it won’t be today.
AnastasiaTurning on the tap, I let the water rush out in a loud stream to cover the sound of my coughing. My hands grip the edge of the sink as I bend forward, my body shaking with each rough, tearing cough. It feels like my insides are burning like acid is eating me alive from the inside out.A sharp, metallic taste fills my mouth, and when I pull back slightly, my eyes widen at the sight of dark red streaking the white porcelain.Blood.Fuck.So, the silver did affect me.But how? It only works on wolves, and I am definitely not one.I grip the edge of the sink, my breath coming out uneven. The taste of metal lingers on my tongue, sharp and bitter. My chest feels like it’s on fire, every breath is a reminder that something isn’t right.I glance down. Blood stains the porcelain, bright and stark against the white. My fingers tremble as I turn on the faucet, watching the water swirl red before it fades down the drain.This shouldn’t be happening.I press a hand against my ribs, hoping
AnastasiaA wave of shock rolls through the room, settling thick in the air. I can see it in their faces, in the way their eyes widen and dart toward each other, searching for some kind of confirmation that they heard right. This isn’t normal...not something they see every day. But it isn’t unheard of, either.There have been times before when hunters were pushed to do something like this, forced to prove their loyalty in the most brutal way possible. Some survived. Some didn’t.My expression calm, as I hold Alvin and Pete's gaze unflinchingly, before turn my entire attention to Alvin, "Bring me the silver."Pete's face is unreadable, but his jaws tighten while uncertainty seeps into his eyes. Alvin watches me like he’s waiting for me to take it back. Like he expects me to crack, to realize what I just agreed to.Too bad for him.I may not know exactly what will happen when I drink that silver, but I know one thing for sure.I won’t lose. Especially, not to them.A few hunters shift un
AnastasiaI glance around the hall, taking in the way everyone has already settled in their seats. Every chair is taken. Not a single spot left open. A silent message, clear as day.I don’t belong.The low murmur of voices reaches my ears. Edwin and a few others whisper among themselves, their words too soft for me to catch, but the sharp edge in their tones says enough. They don’t like what Pete and his people are doing. Good. That means I’m not the only one seeing through this little game.Lifting my chin, I turn my head toward the platform. Pete watches me, his expression unreadable except for the small nod he gives. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips like he’s waiting to see how I’ll react.I see you, Pete. I see exactly what you’re trying to do.If he wants to play petty, he should know I wrote the rulebook.Without breaking eye contact, I walk forward. The whispers grow softer, the weight of dozens of eyes pressing in from all sides, but I don’t hesitate. When I reach the fr
AnastasiaI press my lips together, swallowing as if I’m fighting off emotions, then glance up like I’m searching for strength from above. Swiping my fingers under my eyes, I clear away any lingering moisture. "I just hope everyone accepts me and doesn’t try to push me out of the group."I want to scoff. Like hell, they can throw me out. But I need to know where I stand and how much sway I have.Edwin puffs out his chest, his voice firm. "No one can make you leave. This is your world. Your people. This is where you rightfully belong. This base has the blood of your ancestors in its foundation, and you have every right to be here." He nods at me, conviction in his eyes. "You are one of us, Ana, and we all welcome you."I let a small, hesitant smile slip through, playing my part to perfection. But then I lower my voice, biting my lip like I’m still unsure. "Thank you for saying that, but I don’t know if everyone feels the same way."One of the other hunters, a man whose name I don’t know
AnastasiaThe last couple of days have been... interesting. A lot of revelations and a lot more questions, and now my life feels like one big, tangled mess of curiosity. But at least one problem is off my list—finding Irvin.Dad has taken that responsibility off my hands. He said he’ll find out where Irvin is, and when Dad takes on something, he gets it done. No doubt about that.With that handled, I can focus on other things. Like why the hell Pete and his little gang of bootlickers have called this sudden meeting. Something tells me it’s about me.If they think they can push me out of my position, they’ve got another thing coming.They want a fight? Fine. I’ll show them exactly who they’re messing with.The hunter base looms ahead, a fortress of metal and stone tucked away where no one dares to question it.I step inside, my shoulders hunched just enough to sell the act. Mourning the death of my so-called best friend Ralph has become second nature by now. A few deep sighs, a distant
Anastasia Dad gives me a few moments to pull myself together. Neither of us is good at handling emotions, and he knows I need space before we keep going. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his chin, then finally speaks."You asked me how I know Alpha Jake. Well, I’ve known him for a few years now. Always found him to be a gentleman," he says. "The levelheaded Alpha, but their lifestyle is different. He and his group—there’s no hierarchy among them. Something I’ve never heard of in the werewolf world. But I never asked much about it, because even though they’re good, I don’t want us to mingle or get involved more than we are."I freeze at that. If things with Jake ever turn into something real, then he is going to be more than just involved. But considering how uncertain everything is right now, I should probably keep that thought to myself.I let his words settle before speaking. "I knew you two had some kind of alliance, but I didn’t know the details."He nods, crossing his arm
AnastasiaMy whole life flips over in just a few days. Everything I thought I knew, everything I believed in—it all crumbles like it was never real to begin with.A few days ago, I was just a hunter, doing what hunters do. Tracking, fighting, killing. I never questioned it. Never wondered if there was more to the story. Wolves were monsters, plain and simple. That’s what I was taught, what I lived by.Now? Now, I find out I’m a mate to one. And not just any wolf—a powerful one, someone who looks at me like I belong with him like I was never meant to be anything else.And if that wasn’t enough, I have their blood in me.I don’t know how to make sense of it. The life I lived before, the beliefs I held so tightly, feel like a lie. I spent years hunting them, thinking I was doing something right. But it turns out that even though my intentions were wrong, my thinking about everything was wrong.I run my hands through my hair, letting out a breath that does nothing to ease the frustration