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“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

“That did not make sense. Even if she tried to make you bargain Amy’s life for mine, there was no way she actually thought Caelthorn would be willing or let you make such an exchange.” Silver’s jaw tightened a bit. “Seraphina is trying to keep me out of the battle. If Amy is with her, I cannot make rash choices.” Besides the fact that Silver was an elemental, what was so special about him? “Elara, have you ever heard of the elemental dragons?”

At that same moment— Miles away—Silverfang Pack remained completely unaware of the storm racing toward them. Inside the massive Silverfang estate, Alpha Carlo sat comfortably within his private hall surrounded by alcohol, advisers and guards. Laughter echoed lightly inside. Unlike BloodFall and Crestmoon—Silverfang was calm tonight. Carlo raised his goblet lazily. “To Ashbourne Academy.” Several advisers smirked knowingly. One of them chuckled. “If the ritual succeeded tonight and Darkson comes back, then Silverfang will finally have its terrifying heir.”

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

For Silver. The door opened and Logan poked his head out. “Come in here for a moment, Sil.” He said with a grin. “We're gonna get that collar off.” I stood from the little bench and my stomach immediately turned over inside of me. Fighting the rising nausea and panic, I clutched my hands together in front of me and slowly stepped past Logan and into the Alpha's office, head hung low. For Silver. Doing this for Silver. I'm doing this for her.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.

He didn’t stand a chance, not against it. “Silver, you know why you’re here. So why don’t you make it easier for the both of us and tell me where the Drive is.” Rodriguez said, his voice calm but filled with unspoken threats. Silver knew there was absolutely no use trying to lie or deny anything, that might get her killed faster and she wanted to stay alive for as long as possible.

I say, a sense of determination resonating in my voice. As Richard broaches the subject, I shoot him a subtle glance, silently urging him to take the lead. Silver, ever perceptive, catches onto our unspoken exchange. “What's going on? Why the secrecy?” she questions, curiosity evident in her tone. Richard hesitates briefly before diving in. “Silver, I know this might not be the best time, but do you recall what triggered your outburst towards Allegra?” Silver furrows her brow, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she tries to recollect the events.