Chapter 11
“Something feels wrong about Silvana’s silver sickness,” I murmured, absently stirring the healing tea Storm had brought.
Storm’s eyes lit up with predatory interest. “Now that you mention it… what terminal silver–poisoned *wolf has that much strength? She left bruises on your throat, slammed you into a wall… and her wolf
form still glows with vitality.”
Our eyes met in sudden understanding. “Could she be…”
My brother has connections throughout all territories. Let him investigate.”
Storm practically dragged me to the SilverFang Pack’s main den, calling out before we’d even crossed the threshold: “Brother! We need your help!”
Soren, the SilverFang Alpha, looked up from his territory maps, his stern expression softening when he saw me. “Rayne? What brings you here?”
Storm rapidly explained everything – how Thorne had used his Alpha command to force me unconscious, authorized the healers to terminate my pup without consent, and then allowed Silvana to torment me while I was weakened by silver treatments. As she spoke, Soren’s claws extended, leaving deep gouges in his wooden desk.
“I’ll have my best trackers investigate Silvana immediately,” he growled. “Stay here in our territory. for now. You’ll be under pack protection.”
The next day, Silvana and Thorne appeared at the SilverFang borders. Thorne wore new Alpha ceremonial robes I’d never seen, while Silvana’s gleamed with expensive oils, moonstone crystals woven into her silver–streaked fur.
She tossed a moon–blessed scroll at my feet, her smirk visible even. “Our mating ceremony will be held at the Sacred Grove. Ex Luna, we’d be honored by your blessing,” she practically purred the words.
Strange. They’d supposedly left their territory with nothing, yet they wore precious artifacts and planned a ceremony at the most sacred and expensive ritual site in the Northern territories.
I stepped aside, letting the scroll fall into a rain puddle, watching the blessed ink run and fade. “Didn’t your Alpha teach you proper pack etiquette for formal invitations?”
Silvana’s form rippled with rage, her false weakness forgotten. “Playing high and mighty? You’re
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nothing but a discarded mate, too weak to keep your Alpha’s interest!”
You dare show such disrespect in my territory?” Soren emerged from the shadows, his Alpha presence making the air heavy. “Did no one teach you how to behave in another pack’s lands?”
“Who do you think you-” Silvana started forward but was immediately blocked by SilverFang warriors.
“Touch our Alpha, and it’ll be the last move you make, outsider,” they roared.
Silvana stumbled back, saved from falling only by Thorne’s steadying grip.
“Soren, she’s ill. Where’s your compassion?” Thorne growled.
“Ill?” Soren’s laugh was cold as winter frost. “Like you showed compassion when you forced your mate to lose her pup? Don’t speak to me of pack virtues you’ve forgotten.”
“You insult what you don’t understand,” Thorne started, but I cut him off.
“Better not get too familiar, Thorne. Your new mate might get jealous again.”
Thorne’s eyes flickered with something – pain? regret? – before he looked away. “The ceremony is next full moon. You should come, for old times‘ sake.”
Silvana’s triumphant smirk returned. “Yes, come see us burn those worthless old relics your grandmother left. Not that you care about a few gold tokens and some shabby embroidery…”
My blood turned to ice. “Thorne, you accessed the moon–sealed vault without me?”
The ceremonial gold and jewels my grandmother had left me, along with the sacred pack tapestries she’d woven by hand… When Thorne and I were newly mated, we’d sealed them in a moon–blessed vault that either of us could open with the right incantation.
He’d stolen my inheritance to fund their mating ceremony.
“You took everything else in the separation. Wasn’t that enough?” Thorne wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“This was claimed by moon–right,” Silvana preened. “Your Alpha took what was his.”
They left together, Silvana clinging to his arm like a victor displaying her prize.
“Don’t worry,” Soren’s voice was gentle but determined. “I can help you reclaim what’s yours.”
Thank you, Soren,” I whispered, fury and shame warring in my chest. “I was such a fool not
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change the vault’s seals after the separation.”
