All Chapters of The Demon of SilverFang: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alpha Eric rubbed the aches out of his tired neck. He was getting too old for things like this. He glanced over at his beta, Matthew, who was busy looking through some files on his laptop as they rode in the backseat on the way to the annual Alpha meeting which was being held in the Ridgemount Pack. A 6 hour trip away from his pack and family, who all stayed behind in the Black Hill territory. His territory. His pack. For now. Hopefully his eldest son, Christopher, will finally decide its time to take up the mantel and let him retire. At age 48 he was ready to start living his best life. Retirement life. He sighed, maybe he should have groomed his second or third son for the Alpha title, at this rate he would be a great grandfather before his son took up the role. “Its your fault, you know.” Matthew said beside him not even looking up from his computer. “I told you once he found his mate you should have pressed further, but no, you had to make

 My father looks from me to my mom; the valet and other members from the SilverFang pack are attending to our belongings and car. “Why don’t we all go in together?” He finally asked, worry evident in his voice. He is right, I shouldn’t meet my mate as nervous as I am. I’m sure she is just as anxious to see me and at least one of us should be as sane as possible.  Heck, she might realize I’m here and jump me right on the dance floor. I can feel my face start to heat up at that scenario before my mom pulls me from my thoughts. “Get those ideas out of your head Ben, you should at least know her name before you start trying for pups.” “Mom!” I started, a little too loudly, “what if she was close by!” I look around nervously. Good, no one is even paying attention over here. My dad laughs “come on kid, let’s go inside” he offers his arm to my mom an

 Time stood still, no one said a word. My father’s eyes were wide as saucers and I could sense a strange emotion from him. Fear? No, that couldn’t be right. My mother though, the shock of what I just said started to sink in then a huge smile broke out and she grabbed me in a crushing hug. “Oh, son I am so happy for you!” She released me and looked me up and down and fixed my hair. I like it messy for a reason, I quickly spiked it up again in random directions. “Mom!” I protested. She was embarrassing me in front of Samantha! I glanced over at her, she was watching the three of us wide eyed, studying us. She started to walk around the desk towards the door. “Please feel free to use my office, my beta just alerted me to a problem I must see too.” Her voice was wavering, was she nervous around my parents? Why? They are just my parents. My mom pointed at her direction. &ld

We ran quickly across the field, past the building and towards where the bar was set up. Out of the corner of my eye I could see three wolves sprinting out of the woods towards the shouting. I thought briefly of shifting myself but stopped as I knew if I did my clothes would be rags afterwards. Soon the scene came into focus, two large men were fighting. The strong smell of alcohol filled the air. To the side, the bartender stood shouting while a familiar young woman was crying behind him. I forced myself to run faster but no matter what I did I couldn’t catch up to Samantha. Her aura projecting out, strong, angry. “HEY FUCKWADS!!!” She screamed as she hurled the empty basket slapping one of the men in the back of the head. While he was momentarily distracted the other man took the opportunity to sucker punch him to the ground. He wasn’t paying attention though, as Sam closed the gap quickly and punched him square in his chest knocking hi

 My eyes slowly flutter open, and I look around, Samantha is sitting on the floor with her legs under the coffee table, some files and paperwork are spread out on the table and she is looking through them and taking notes. The TV is on and occasionally, she stops working and looks at the screen. I look at the TV, not recognizing the show but a couple of the characters are also hanging on her wall so it must be one she enjoys. Too bad the show is in a language I do not understand. My mate has not realized I am awake yet, so I take the opportunity to just watch her quietly. Her face is scrunched up as she is deep in thought. She is wearing jeans and a forest green top; her green ribbon has tied her hair back into a low ponytail and she is again wearing her brown gloves. After a few minutes she stops and stretches her arms up and arches her back and I can’t help but stare at her chest. My face goes flush as I can feel my heart sped up. I’m almost c