All Chapters of SILVER BLOOD : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: Attack Hannah: "Tyrell!" A look of disbelief was written across her face. "What are you doing here?" Arya asked as she shot a suspicious glance between the two of us, her voice reduced to a lower level as she took a step back. Tyrell ignored her question and, with a bit of pressure hanging in the air, repeated, "What are you doing here?" Arya visibly gnashed her teeth under the weight of his words, her eyes shifting between the both of us before she stammered a response. "I... I was only—" she hesitated, struggling to find her footing. "I was only here to greet the new members. To welcome them into our pack, that's all," she declared, taking another step back. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear what you said earlier," Tyrell said coolly, though irritation, and perhaps a hint of hurt, flickered across his face. "Since you've seen her, you can take your leave." "Yes, Beta," Arya muttered, clearly subdued. I doubted she could say anything else under the palpable tensio

Chapter 14: The Silver Book Hannah: A WEEK LATER It had been a week since my initiation into the Crows Hill pack, and I had yet to be assigned any chores or duties. It was kind of weird not having anything to do since all my life, all I ever did was work. So, I spent my days roaming the lands, helping out when and where I could. One day, I stumbled upon the pack’s library. It quickly became my sanctuary, it was one of a kind. Back at my old pack, I never had the chance to enjoy a library. I was always too busy with chores or trying to avoid getting beaten or trying to get my wounds cleaned. Now, I had the library to myself. Most of the time, I'd pick a book and take it back to my room, as the library was often crowded. I was lying on my bed, engrossed in another book—Beast of Vengeance. It was an intriguing read, filled with twists and turns. The story centered on a man consumed by the rage of revenge after losing everything. As he gave in to the darkness, it was clear that he h

Chapter 16: Flickered Attraction Hannah: We were walking through the forest in silence. I wondered where he was taking me, and so I asked. "Where are you taking me?" I passed the notepad to him. It was really frustrating, using a notepad to communicate. I do try on my own to speak every chance I get, but I would only leave my mouth ajar. No words would come out—not even an audible sound, just hoarse noise and emptiness. He ignored me, handing my notepad back. We continued to walk in silence as I let my mind drift off. I thought of why Tyrell was so mean to me when I first got here, why he would go to lengths to kill me or get me out, to the point of threatening me with wolfsbane. I didn’t think this far—he had lost a lot. I scribbled on my notepad before handing it to him once more. "I’m sorry about your parents and your pack," I apologized. Not that it was any of my fault, but I felt remorseful. I went through the same thing. His parents died. My parents were never there for m

Chapter 18: The Former Luna Hannah: For the first time setting eyes on the Luna, I had assumed she would be a lovely person. She looked regal, with her white gown, her hat, her smiles, and all. When Alpha Daniel told her about me being her assistant, she was rather happy until she saw me. Guess what the first question she asked was? I used my phone instead to type, finding it easier than carrying a notepad around. Now that I've been assigned a duty, I won't be as free as I usually was. I was getting ready for the day when Cleo popped by, so I decided to tell her about what happened the previous day. "What?" she asked with interest, feeling so engrossed in my tale. "What's wrong with my hair?" I texted back while nodding my head to confirm. "What? That's a weird question." Cleo was confused, and so was I when Freya asked the question. "Nothing's wrong with your hair; I quite like it," she expressed her opinion on my hair color. I touched my hair a bit, running my fingers throug

Chapter 20: Crazy? Hannah: The pain I felt was sharp and quick; the minute it came, it went. I had told Tyrell not to worry because it wasn't something worth worrying about. The pain had subsided, and now I lay on my bed, clutching my head. I lost track of time while reading one of the books I had gotten from the library as I waited for Cleo. I was always stuck on the same page. My mind wandered off. The pain wasn’t normal; I had also heard a small voice, but I couldn’t be too sure as the pain was awful. This wasn’t the first time I had felt something like this. The portrait I observed earlier today, I had the first one there, although it was a bit minute. Turning the pages of my book every five minutes, my mind drifted to something different with each turn. It was dark out by this time. I had waited for Cleo to show up, but later got a text that she wouldn’t be able to make it. She said that if she were to get off work, it would be too late, and she wanted me to get some sleep