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The Silverwolf Run
The Healer and I mirrored each other as our heads whipped to face the speaker, identical expressions of horror marring our features. There in the open doorway stood Alpha Greyson, and he was pissed. I could only imagine how much of our conversation he had overheard since I was so engrossed in storytelling that I hadn't heard, or even sensed, his approach. Dread settled in my stomach like a ball of iron and turned my knees to jelly. How could I have been so careless? I was usually so alert! “Fuck.” The word spilled from my mouth and cracked through the still air like a whip. This was exactly the kind of thing that I was hoping to avoid. Greyson growled low in his throat, expecting me to drop my gaze and show my belly like a good little submissive wolf, like the weak pathetic thing he had tried to make me. “No time to pack, Skye. We go, now.” I growled back at Greyson and shifted. I quickly realized that not taking my clothes off before shifting was a huge mistake as the fa
The Silverwolf The Path
I could see the path weaving through the trees, laid out before me like a silver glowing ribbon. The moon's pale light gave my tired body enough strength to dart beyond the jaws snapping in my wake.I ran as I had never run before, still breathing hard but no longer feeling faint.The pure terror that had gripped me lessened its chokehold as the fluttering of Hope began to unfurl in my chest, yearning to take flight. The Moon Mother was with us. She was guiding us to freedom. She was guiding us…To a chasm!The path before us clearly led to a wide yawning mouth in the earth from which the sound of rushing water assaulted my ears.But there! The path led over the rift by way of a decaying Fir tree. It would be extremely risky, but the Goddess was on my side. She had led us here. So we had to make it, right?“Oh fuck!” Skye whimpered, barely audible over the blood rushing in my ears and the river roaring from its bed. “No, no. Kendra, no!”But my paws had already hit the gertiatric log
The Silverwolf None Left Behind
I found myself cradled to Skye's warm chest instead of falling to my doom as he shuffled along the fallen giant. The Healer kept his weight balanced and low, moving with slow deliberation so as to not stress the fracture that I had made. “What…?” Was all I could manage through the tears as I looked up at the taller male. “You carried me this far. I can carry you across one stupid ravine.” Skye's jaw was set in pain, and I didn't need his gift to know that his left arm was causing him tremendous pain with every subtle movement. Over his shoulder, the three pursuing wolves were gaining on us, and more had begun to clamber up the gnarled exposed root ball of the old Fir. We weren't going to reach the other side. “You have to leave me, Skye.” I begged, tugging on the front of his shirt like a child. “You can make it out of here, but not like this. Not with me weighing you down.” “Shut up.” Skye growled and clutched me tighter. “I'm not leaving you.” “But-” “God dammit, Ken
The Silverwolf Prologue
My father never wanted kids. He couldn't stop my mother from having me, but once I was here, he was wrapped around my little finger. I was his little girl, his princess. My mother was missed dearly since she had died giving birth to me, still, I was loved, and no one blamed me for her death. The entire pack treated me like their own pup, and their kids treated me like a sister. We were a tight knit community. I was always happy. Our pack was happy. Happy until the first full moon after my seventh birthday. Happy until I was stolen.
The Silverwolf Stolen
I sucked in a deep breath of forest air and let it out in a gust that drifted away like a ghost. The most prominent smell was my pack, with undertones of night mixed with trees and small animals. I had always had a good sense of smell, but now it was even better!I looked over at Thomas and Lily, who lay on their sides panting and trembling with exertion. Thomas was sleek and dark brown with a white V running from his shoulders down his chest and along his stomach while Lily was a lighter brown with a gray splash across her left cheek. I waddled over and flopped on Thomas, chewing on his ear happily and committing his scent to memory.Thomas let out a groan struggling to move out from underneath me but too tired from the shift. "Get off, you lump." Thomas thought grumbled to me.Now that we had shifted, we had access to the telepathic link stemming from my father that bound our minds together. This link was what made us Pack instead of just werewolves.I decided to be nice and roll of
The Silverwolf Shaded Paws
I thought the pounding in my head was what had woken me from sleep, but soon, a sound began to register through the fog in my brain. Someone was crying. Was it Lily? She had bad dreams sometimes."It was just a dream Lily, go back to sleep.""My n...name isn't...isn't Lily. It's Rain." At the unfamiliar voice, my eyes snapped open, and I sat bolt upright scattering scalps of cloth. Lightning shot through my head at the sudden movement, making me curl forward, clutching my throbbing temples with a whimper.“Don’t...don’t move too... too fast if you can hel... help it.” I groaned in acknowledgment and tried to uncurl slowly.The room was almost completely dark, except for a sliver of light peeking under what looked like a door up a flight of stairs. To my right sat the girl who had spoken. Her white-blonde hair glowed faintly in the darkness, allowing me to see her face. Subsiding tears had washed rivers through the dirt smudged cheeks that were too hollow. Her eyes were also sunken in,
The Silverwolf Scream
The chain that had bound me to the wall now tied me to Rain, who was instructed to teach me. Rain did her best, but the ever-present attendant made doing the daily chores extremely difficult. She hampered our actions whenever she could and punished us when we fell outside the allotted schedule.If a dish wasn’t washed to her expectations, the attendant would break it at our feet and make us clean it up by hand even if the pieces were sharp. If dinner didn’t taste just right, it was dumped over our heads regardless of the temperature, often burning our faces. Sometimes, we were allowed to keep the spilled food when we cleaned it off the floor. We would always share with the others, and they would share with us when they could, though we were constantly pitted against each other. The basement was home now to eleven kidnapped children, all with pale blonde hair. Lyra, the one who had asked Rain if everything was okay my first night here, had said that the Alpha was looking for the Silve
The Silverwolf Torture
I screamed as one by one, my fingernails were torn from their beds with a pair of pliers. I screamed as red hot nails were driven through the soles of my feet. I screamed as the Alpha carved away little strips of my skin with a knife and inch at a time.Eventually, the shock my body was experiencing grew too much, and I willingly succumbed to unconsciousness. I hoped to hide there in the warm nothingness, safe and unaware of the horrors that reality held, but reality wasn’t done with me.My heart leaped and took off like a startled rabbit, sending my back arching up off the table. Every muscle strained against the straps that bound me, but to no avail. This place was designed to hold werewolves. There was no escape.“I wasn’t done with you, Little Silver. You can’t sleep now, not when we’re just getting to the good part.” He held a syringe up where I could see it. “Adrenaline works wonders on the fight or flight response I’ve discovered.”I whimpered, a huge wave of despair and terror
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