Chapter 7
The next morning, while Storm went to fetch moon blessed water, Silvana entered my room. She wore the hospital’s white robes, her silver streaked hair elegantly bound, looking far too vibrant for a wolf supposedly dying from silver sickness
Luna,” she called me mockingly, the title a deliberate provocation.
“If I hadn’t joined the pack so late, the Alpha would never have chosen you,” she taunted. “You’re just a weak–blooded wolf. What could you possibly offer an Alpha besides your family’s territory?”
Her lips curved into a cruel smile. “Do you know where your mate spends his nights while you lie
here alone? His wolf seeks mine.”
No wonder my once–devoted mate, who would abandon any hunt to run by my side, now returned
to our den only in the deepest hours of night.
Suddenly, Silvana lunged, her claws wrapping around my throat. “Why were you blessed with such fortune? Born into a strong bloodline, mated to the Alpha I deserved?”
Her grip tightened, rage making her stronger. “If not for you… if not for you…”
Weakened by silver and loss, I couldn’t match her strength. My claws scrambled for anything to defend myself, finding a crystal vase. The sharp scent of my fear must have carried through the pack bonds – I sensed Thorne’s Alpha presence a split second before he burst through the door, drawn by either my distress or Silvana’s scent.
“Stop!” His Alpha command thundered through the room, the power in his voice freezing my arm mid–strike. The crystal vase trembled in my grip, his command forcing my muscles to lock in place.
He crossed the room in two swift strides, but instead of coming to his mate’s aid, he pulled Silvana into his embrace. My wolf howled in betrayal as I watched him nuzzle her hair soothingly, his protective growl meant for her comfort, not mine. The bitter irony wasn’t lost on me – he’d used his Alpha command to stop me from defending myself, only to comfort my attacker,
“Peace, little wolf. I’m here,” he murmured into Silvana’s hair, while I struggled to catch my breath, my throat burning from her attack. The pack bonds between us vibrated with tension and pain.
“She’s dying from silver sickness,” Thorne growled, disappointment heavy in his voice as he turned those Alpha–gold eyes on me. “Where’s your pack compassion? You were never this cruel before.”
Istared at my mate in disbelief, feeling our bond stretch thinner with each passing moment. Silvana
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bad attacked me, tried to rip out my throat, yet I was the one lacking compassion?
Je left with Silvana in his arms, her victorious smirk visible over his shoulder. My wolf whimpered
at the sight – our Alpha, our mate, carrying away the one who’d just tried to kill us.
An old pack saying echoed in my mind: When an Alpha’s heart turns from his Luna, her every howl becomes a challenge.
