The Silver Wolf (Diana & Talon)

His gaze flicked pointedly toward Luna Hazel. “Though perhaps you wouldn’t understand that,” Talon continued, his tone sharpening, “considering you allow your Luna to act like a whore in front of your pack.” Hazel gasped, her mouth falling open in shock. The insult hit harder than any blow. She turned to Asher, eyes wide, waiting-begging-for…

Talon turned slightly. “Beta Enzo.” Enzo stepped forward immediately, his posture sharp, his expression unreadable. He faced the royal guards stationed at the edge of the courtyard and then ordered, “Bring them in.” The royal guards moved as one. Moments later, two wolves were escorted into the open space-an older woman and man. They were…

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the pack. “They didn’t want to go,” Robert said. “But they were ordered. They couldn’t refuse.” Talon’s aura flared, the ground beneath his feet cracking slightly. “And before she left,” Pei whispered, tears spilling freely now, “she looked at us… and ordered us to forget. To never tell…

No one doubted her. Not anymore. Talon’s gaze flicked briefly to his beta, sharp and assessing, the way a king measured everything-strength, loyalty, fracture points. Enzo stood slightly in front of Leah, his posture instinctively protective. One arm was angled just enough that, if danger erupted, Leah would be shielded by his body before she…

He leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping into something only the front ranks could hear, but every wolf felt it. “And in doing so, you confirmed exactly what we needed.” “As I said before,” Talon straightened again, his voice ringing out with finality. “The rogues were never the threat.” His gaze locked onto Rafe,…

He turned sharply. “Guards. Take him.” Two warriors moved immediately, lifting Rafe to his feet as he sobbed openly, no resistance left in him. Before they could take more than a step, Talon’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Are you sure about that, Alpha?” The Alpha King stepped forward, his aura flaring,…

‘We finally know where our mate is.’ The voice echoed inside his mind-deep, ancient, and powerful. Cerberus. Damon closed his eyes briefly, feeling his wolf’s presence coil around his thoughts. ‘We have searched for her for a decade, Cerberus continued. ‘Since the oracle spoke. Damon could still remember that day as if it had happened…

Even Conall went still. “She staggered,” John admitted. “But she kept fighting. As if the poison barely touched her.” Damon exchanged a brief glance with his Beta. “And then?” Damon asked quietly. “Then her mate arrived.” The word hung heavy in the air. “It was an Alpha,” John said, voice tightening at the memory. “The…

“If that female is the Silver Wolf, Cerberus,” Damon said under his breath, “we will have a fight of our lives.” Cerberus’ head lifted. ‘Do you fear it?’ “No,” Damon answered honestly. “I welcome it. If she is the Silver Wolf, she is our mate. And I will fight to the death for her.” Cerberus…

Damon swallowed. She was the female my rogues fought, he realized. The one who had battled fifteen rogues in human form. The one who killed five without shifting. “Don’t you know how to speak?” She snapped when he remained silent. “Are you deaf?” Her brows furrowed in irritation, but there was a flicker of assessment…