I took a detour, turning off the main roads, driving a few miles away from my home into the depths
of nowhere. The further I went, the more the landscape changed—trees closing in, streetlights disappearing, civilization fading. Most people wouldn't even know this place existed.And that was exactly how the Silver Order wanted it.
I pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse, rusted, overgrown with weeds, an old "keep out!" sign nailed to the fence. But I knew better.
I parked the car, My heart was still racing from the interview, but I forced my nerves to steady. Walking up to the rusted back wall, I reached beneath a loose metal panel, fingers finding the hidden keypad embedded inside. I quickly punched in the first code, a soft beep. Next, I pressed my thumb to the scanner, a another beep. Then, came the final test, a small screen flipped open, revealing a retinal scanner. I stepped forward, letting the blue light scan my eye, a click. Then, the sound of massive gears shifting.
The rusted panel slid back, revealing a steel doorway beneath the façade of decay. A green light blinked. Access granted. I stepped inside, the doors sealing shut behind me as I descended a dimly lit stairwell. With every step, I could hear it, the sound of something alive.
And then, the stairwell opened into something massive, the true "Silver Order".
The underground facility stretched out before me, miles of advanced technology, training grounds, weapon testing chambers, and research labs.
Hunters moved in tight formations, sparring with silver coated weapons.
Scientists worked in sealed chambers, developing new ways to kill werewolves more efficiently.
Massive walls were lined with firearms, blades, and enhanced gear meant for one purpose: extermination.
This wasn't just an organization, this was war. I barely had time to take it in before a voice called out. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up." I turned just as Victor Shaw stepped into view, arms crossed, his sharp green eyes flickering with amusement. Victor was one of the head strategists of the Silver Order. One of the best. But more than that... he was my closest friend.
"Alexis," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You look like hell." I rolled my eyes. "Nice to see you too, Shaw." His gaze flickered over me, too perceptive, too knowing."Something's off with you." He frowned. "What happened?" I hesitated. Because how the hell was I supposed to tell him that I just had a job interview with a man who might be the very thing we're hunting? And worse? That I didn't know if I wanted to kill him... or if I wanted to see him again.
Victor walked beside me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tactical pants.
I knew that look he had on his face, he had questions, and I wasn't ready to answer any of them. Not about the ambush, not about the fact that I barely survived. And definitely not about Dante Salvador.
But before he could ask, he exhaled sharply and said, "Monroe wants to see you."
I faltered for just a second.
Victoria Monroe.The head of the Silver Order. most people called her The Demon of the Hunt. I had seen her break grown men with a single glare, her presence alone enough to make even the most experienced hunters sweat. And now, she wanted to see me.
That was never a good sign. Victor smirked, side, eyeing me as we made our way toward the upper command offices. "Try not to piss her off, Sullivan." I rolled my eyes, but my stomach coiled tight because Victoria Monroe wasn't the kind of woman you pissed off and walked away from.
The command center was a stark contrast to the rest of the facility. No weapons, no training mats, no blood or sweat. Just cold metal, reinforced walls, and Victoria Monroe. She stood behind a massive steel desk, arms crossed, expression carved from stone.
And she was just as terrifying as ever. Her silver hair was pulled back into a tight bun, deep scars lining the left side of her face, cutting through her brow and disappearing beneath her sharp jawline but the most striking thing about her? Her arm.
A sleek, black cybernetic limb, designed for maximum destruction, complete with enhanced strength, retractable blades, and god knows what else, she looked like a warrior forged from war itself.
And I wasn't alone. Because across the room, leaning against the wall with a bored expression and infuriating beauty, was Sarah Lambert.
Sarah Lambert was perfect. The kind of woman who never had a hair out of place, never had a scratch that didn't somehow make her look better. She was beautiful in a way that made men turn their heads and made women hate her for it.
Soft blonde waves, piercing blue eyes, full lips that always seemed to be smirking. And she wasn't just a pretty face, she was one of the Order's best.
And I hated her. Not because of her looks. Not even because of her reputation, I hated her because along with her good looks and skills, she had a huge personality to match.
Unlike me, Sarah didn't have to prove herself. She was born into the order, handed opportunities I had to fight for with blood and sweat, and I wasn't the only one who knew it.
She smirked as I stepped inside, arms folded, her eyes dripping with amusement. "Well, well, well," she drawled. "They dragged you in here too?" I clenched my jaw. Already wanted to punch her.
Victoria didn't give either of us time to speak. She slammed her metal hand down on the table, the impact echoing through the room. And just like that, the air shifted.
Deadly. Heavy. Serious. "Listen up," Victoria said, her voice rough, edged with steel. "Because I'm not repeating myself." I straightened. So did Sarah. Victoria's piercing gaze cut through both of us.
"You both had the same incident. A werewolf hunt gone sideways. An ambush."
I stiffened, my mind flashing back to last night. The wolves waiting for me. The overwhelming force. The fact that I should have died.
Sarah's smirk faded. She was listening now.
Victoria continued, her expression dark. "And you're not the only ones." A sharp silence settled over the room. "There have been two more cases. And those hunters?" She exhaled through her nose. "They didn't make it." My stomach turned.
Sarah didn't say anything, but I saw the flicker of something in her eyes. We weren't just talking about bad luck. This was organized, deliberate, and A pattern.
Victoria leaned forward, her robotic hand flexing against the desk. "That means one thing." Her gaze sharpened. "We have a mole." A chill raced down my spine.
Someone within the Silver order was working with the werewolves. Someone was feeding them our plans, our locations, our movements.
The room felt smaller. I didn't trust anyone here. And now? I trusted them even less.
Victoria let the weight of her words settle before she continued. "No one speaks of this outside this room. Until we find the bastard, we act like nothing is wrong. Understood?" I nodded, forcing my expression into something neutral.
Sarah hesitated, then nodded too.
Victoria exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "Good. Because you're both working together from now on." I nearly choked.
"What?" I snapped. Sarah turned to me, equally disgusted. "You've got to be kidding."
Victoria wasn't kidding.
She met my glare with cold finality. "You two are now a unit. Effective immediately."I ground my teeth. This couldn't be happening. Sarah looked just as pissed but tried to play it cool, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Guess we'll be spending a lot of time together, sweetheart."
I had to physically restrain myself from reaching for the knife strapped to my thigh.
But Victoria wasn't done. "This is bigger than your bullshit. We're being hunted. We're losing people. And if either of you screws this up?" She smiled. A cruel, wolfish smile. "I'll kill you myself."
Silence. No one spoke, because when Victoria Monroe said something, she meant it.
And now? I was officially stuck with Sarah Lambert.
Victoria's words still echoed in my head."We have a mole." I stood there, trying to process the weight of what she'd just laid on us. Someone inside the Silver Order was betraying us. Hunters had died because of it. And now, like some cosmic joke, I was stuck working with Sarah Lambert to root them out.Victoria's sharp gaze cut between us one last time before she turned, her boots echoing across the cold metal floor. Her cybernetic arm flexed at her side, humming softly as the mechanical joints shifted with every movement. She paused at the door, throwing one final warning over her shoulder."I'm sure you two will figure it out, and fast".And with that, she was gone. I exhaled, tension bleeding from my muscles as the heavy steel door hissed shut behind her. The room felt colder without her in it or maybe that was just the weight of what she'd left behind.A spy among us. Sarah didn't say a word as she pushed off the wall, brushing invisible dust from her sleek black tactical suit.
Monday morning. The alarm buzzed faintly, but when I woke up, James was already gone. I stretched, my body still sore from the weekend, but there was no time to linger in bed. Today was my first day at Vidor Industries.After a quick shower, I dressed with deliberate care, a crisp white blouse tucked into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged my curves just enough to be professional yet subtly seductive. Black heels added a touch of height, and I kept my makeup simple yet polished. If I was going to be Gabriel Salvador's personal assistant, I needed to look the part.The drive to work was smooth, and as I pulled up to the towering Vidor headquarters, I took a moment to take in the sheer grandeur of the building. It was a sleek, modern skyscraper of reflective black glass and steel, dominating the skyline with its imposing presence. The large revolving doors led into a vast lobby with high ceilings, polished marble floors, and minimalist chandeliers that cast a soft golden glow. The
"I want you."The words hung in the air like a live wire, crackling with intensity. My breath hitched, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Gabriel sat there, relaxed in his chair, completely composed while I, on the other hand, felt like the ground had just tilted beneath me.For a split second, I knew. Deep in my bones, in the way he looked at me, in the way his voice carried that undeniable pull, I knew Gabriel Salvador and Dante Salvador were the same man I just needed to prove it for myself.My mouth went dry, but I forced myself to keep my composure. Instead of acknowledging the fire burning inside me, I tilted my head, raising a single brow. "Excuse me?"Gabriel's lips curled into a smirk, he started glinting with amusement. "Don't look so shocked, Ms. Sullivan. I wanted you for this job. Out of all the other candidates, you were the perfect fit." The breath I'd been holding finally released, though my chest still felt tight. He's playing it off. I didn't k
The elevator continued its descent, but time itself seemed to freeze. The only way he could have known that I was a hunter was if he was the one that saved my life that night. Why is he making it so obvious? at first he was playing so hard but him saying he knows am a hunter its like he wants me to find him out.I kept my expression calm, refusing to show weakness. "Excuse me?" I said raising one eye bro.Gabriel's smirk was slight. "No need to play dumb, Alexis. I know exactly what you are."A slow, uneasy breath filled my lungs. "That's an interesting accusation.""It's not an accusation." He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, closing the space between us inch by inch. "It's a fact."As my fingers twitched at my sides after my guard shot up, resisting the urge to reach for the hidden blade I always carried. "And what exactly do you think you know?"He had this slight look of amusement on his face as if he was toying with me. "I know you spend your nights chasing things that most
What this werewolf had said before Sarah ended him open some new can of warms, there was too much to think about and not enough time to do so.I tried to shake it off. The wounded werewolf's words gnawed at the edges of my mind like a festering wound, but I couldn't let Sarah see it. I stiffened my shoulders and kept my face carefully blank as she approached, lowering her rifle with a sharp, satisfied smile."What the hell, Sarah?" I snapped, motioning to the dead werewolf at my feet. "I kept him alive for a reason. I was going to question him."Sarah shrugged, her expression unreadable. "It was too risky. He could've lunged at you. Better safe than sorry."I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt. She was lying through her teeth. I knew it. She just didn't want me to get any information he might have had. That unsettled me even more. "You can't just kill every lead we get!" I hissed under my breath."Maybe if you did your job faster, I wouldn't have to," she said, her voice slick with ven
I clutched the strap of my bag like it was a lifeline. "I was... working," I said, too quickly. He didn't move. He didn't blink. Just stared at me like he was trying to read something written under my skin. "Working," he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the word.I hated how weak it sounded. How flimsy.Because deep down I knew he deserved the truth. Or at least more than this thin, shaky excuse.I opened my mouth, searching for better words, something, anything. But all I could think about was the werewolf's dying eyes. About Sarah’s lies. About the growing mountain of things I couldn’t explain to the man standing three feet away from me. James took a slow step forward. "You didn’t answer your phone. You didn’t text back.""I know," I whispered."Alexis," he said, voice dropping even lower, "do you know what it feels like to sit here, wondering if you’re dead somewhere?" The guilt hit me like a punch to the stomach. I looked away, blinking fast."I’m sorry," I said. "I didn’t me
Gabriel's lips were warm against mine, firm yet careful, like he was giving me a choice even as he kissed me. For a moment, I let myself sink into it, into him, my heart thundering like I was running through the woods in full hunt. But then reality punched through the haze.James.I jerked back, breathing hard, eyes wide. "I...I'm married," I whispered, almost more to myself than to him. My fingers trembled as I touched my lips, still tingling from the kiss.Gabriel looked at me with those intense eyes. "I know, Alexis," he said softly. "I'm not trying to disrespect that. But I had to make my intentions clear."I stared at him, emotions battling in my chest, Just last night, I was on the couch with James, curled up under his arm after apologizing for all the secrets I kept. And now, here I was. Kissing Gabriel.What the hell was wrong with me?Except... it felt so right.I didn't have to hide who I was around Gabriel. I didn't have to pretend to be someone's wife who came home from a
The next two months blurred together in a strange rhythm of normalcy and chaos.By day, I lived my life as Alexis Sullivan, the responsible wife, the efficient office worker, the hunter pretending everything was fine. I smiled, laughed, kissed James goodbye in the mornings, and clocked in at the Vidor headquarters like nothing was wrong.Working has Gabriel's personal assistant, glancing at each other during working, having lunch together and talking about hunters and werewolves in secret.By night, I slipped away.Out the window, down the fire escape, careful not to wake James.I would meet Gabriel under the broken streetlight on Eighth and Willow, sometimes he was already there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his smile soft and secret just for me.We trained hard. Gabriel didn't let me slack, didn't let me get away with half-effort. He pushed me, challenged me, tested every boundary I had.And yet, it never felt harsh.It felt freeing. Because with Gabriel, I didn't have to
Gabriel stood beside the table like a storm behind a glass wall still, silent, but charged.The moment he stepped into the restaurant, it was like the temperature dropped ten degrees. His eyes flicked between me and James, pausing for half a second longer on James's hand still hovering near mine.He didn't say a word at first, just that quiet intensity he carried like a second skin.Then, finally, Gabriel's voice cut through the tension."Alexis. We need to leave. Now."There was no urgency in his tone, just authority. Finality.I turned toward him, ready to speak, but James pushed back his chair and stood up, chest puffing slightly."Hey man," he said, brows furrowed. "Can't you see we're talking?"Gabriel's eyes narrowed. Slowly like a panther sizing up another predator, he stepped closer to James.Not rushing. Not posturing.Just existing in a way that said: You do not want this fight.And James... didn't back down.Not yet.I stood up between them quickly, heart racing. "Stop. Bot
A second message came in. "Remember our favorite restaurant? Let's meet there tonight."My breath hitched. That place 'The Fox & Fern' was where we used to go on our anniversaries. Where he proposed.The moment was delicate and loaded. And he chose that spot.I sat down slowly, placing the phone on the table like it was made of glass.Gabriel was across from me in seconds, his focus razor-sharp."What exactly did he say?"I handed him the phone. He read both messages, lips pressed into a firm line. "And what do you want?" he said after he finished reading the messages."I want to make sure he's safe," I said quietly. "Even after everything, I don't want him caught up in this. And the place he chose, it's crowded. Public. The Order wouldn't risk making a move out in the open. Not in a place with witnesses."Gabriel's expression softened slightly. "You want to go?""I need to. Even if it's nothing. Even if it's stupid. I have to see for myself."His gaze dropped to the phone again. "The
When Sarah finished explaining she lingered in the doorway longer than I expected.Her hand rested on the frame, her rifle slung over her back like it had always been a part of her. "I'll see what more I can find out," she said, voice cool and composed as always. "Victor's smart, but he's not invincible. He's arrogant. And arrogance always leaves cracks."I stayed quiet, watching the way the light from the morning sun caught in her blonde hair, making her look like some war-worn angel wrapped in matte-black combat gear. She had fought beside me, saved my life, and now... she was going back into the lion's den."Why?" I asked softly, the question escaping before I could swallow it down.Her eyes met mine. "don't get it twisted, I'm not doing this for you. I'm a hunter and I cant have a traitor in our midst," She continued as she stepped outside the room. "currently you are the only one I can trust seeing that your being falsely accused."She gave me one last nod, then turned and disapp
Sarah's words echoed through the room like a death sentence. He wasn't just careless, he wasn't just absent, he was the traitor and suddenly, the silence inside me wasn't calm, it was a roaring void, pulling memories into it like a storm sucking debris into a tornado.I blinked at Sarah, heart pounding. "Victor...?" She gave a slow, knowing nod. "He's the only one who could've pulled it off. The formula, the timing, the trust..."But I barely heard her now because my mind was unraveling everything I thought I knew and replacing it with what was real.He was always there after every meeting with Victoria, he was outside the door like clockwork. I used to joke he had a sixth sense about where I was. He'd say things like, "I just wanted to see how it went," or "You looked tense, I figured I'd check in."Always casual. Always concerned.I remembered the night I asked to meet him in secret. No comms, no trace because the information I had was too sensitive. I trusted him with that location
I finished the tea slowly, letting the warmth fill the hollow ache in my chest. My body still felt fragile like a shell of what it had been but my mind was waking up, catching up.Gabriel sat quietly beside me, he wasn't calm and Gabriel Salvador was never not calm."What happened to me?" I finally asked, setting the empty cup down."I remember... pain. Then everything went dark." Gabriel exhaled through his nose and rubbed the back of his neck. "You almost died, Alexis."The words hit harder than I expected. He looked down at his hands. "That vial... it was wrong. Something in the formula. You started rejecting it within hours. Your body seized. Fever spiked. Every cell in you was screaming like it was being rewritten and unraveling at the same time."I swallowed. My fingers curled into the blanket covering my legs. "I tried everything," he said, and his voice cracked. I looked up sharply, Gabriel never let his voice crack."Werewolf blood. My own. The old protocols from Vidor Indust
I blinked through the haze of pain and dust, barely able to lift my head. Gabriel stood in front of me, his back arched. I knew that stance, I'd seen it before the night I almost died in the forest. The night Dante Salvador saved me and now, as he looked at me, my bloodied, failing body crumpled behind him, I saw the same rage flash behind his golden eyes.Alexander charged at us but before he could reached where I was Gabriel met him in his tracks.Gabriel slammed into Alexander with a roar, claws colliding with claws, their bodies crashing like gods at war.Gabriel's fists tore into Alexander's chest, sending him staggering but Alexander came back harder, faster. They exchanged blows that would kill a normal man a dozen times over.Fur flew. Blood splattered the ground. Their snarls shook the very walls around us and then... the earth cracked again.From the rubble nearby, a shadow rose, not just a shadow Victoria.She erupted from the debris, her eyes wild with fury, blood drippin
Blinding, white-hot pain tore through my stomach as Alexander’s boot slammed into me, sending me flying like a rag doll.I hit the stone wall so hard it cracked, breath exploding from my lungs as my body crumpled to the ground. My vision blurred, a buzzing in my ears as darkness tried to pull me under.I could barely lift my head. What did he mean " you used his batch?"Gabriel froze. Staring at me. Blood dripping from his lip. Hands shaking.And then...Something inside him snapped.It started in his chest, his ribs expanding, cracking open with sickening pops as his spine arched, vertebrae stretching. His skin split in thin glowing lines that pulsed like molten silver before his fur burst through.His scream was not human. It echoed across the battlefield like a demon being born.Muscle stacked over bone, growing, shifting. His arms elongated, claws ripping through his fingertips like blades of midnight steel. His jaw cracked open wider than it should’ve, teeth lengthening into perf
Victoria didn’t hesitate.The moment Alexander stepped into view, she turned sharply, surveying the field of hunters with eyes like sharpened blades."Everyone into squads of five!" she shouted. "Pick a target and drop it fast! These aren’t grunts, they’re enhanced generals. You stay solo, you die."Her voice was thunder, and the hunters obeyed without question, moving quickly across the rubble and forming tight clusters.She spun toward Sarah and me."Hold back until it’s chaos. Then pick them off from the sides."Sarah cocked her rifle and gave a single nod.I gripped my blades tighter, adrenaline buzzing under my skin.All around us, hunters were pulling out syringes, small black vials filled with silver-threaded liquid.They jabbed them into their necks or arms, eyes flickering brighter as the enhancements kicked in, muscles twitching, breaths deepening, stances sharpening.A hunter beside me punched straight through a chunk of concrete just to test his strength.Another moved so
For one breath of time, everything slowed. The courtyard buzzed with movement, hunters sharpening blades, checking weapons, bandaging wounds. Smoke curled into the sky like war-torn ribbons. The moon hung higher now, fat and full and watching.Gabriel stood beside me, quiet. Still. His eyes never stopped moving but mine were only on him.We hadn't spoken since the battle ended, his arm brushed against mine as we stepped out of the main hallway together, into a quieter stretch of stone behind the command tower.I exhaled slowly, the chill biting at my bloodstained skin.Gabriel looked at me then really looked like he was memorizing me."You scared me back there," I said softly. "You didn't even flinch when he came at you."He smiled faintly. "He was never going to touch you." I stepped closer before I even realized it, my hand brushing against his chest."You've been holding something back," I said. "You keep saying 'later.' You said you'd explain. I don't even know what you are."Gab