Reclaiming her Heritage: Silver Claws

lready bustling around, her movements purposeful as she organized supplies and murmured softly under her breath. The

harp eyes catching mine as I hung my bag

w. The memory made my skin crawl, but I trusted Tara. She was the only person in the Nightshade Pack, aside

ely above a whisper. I reached into my pocket, pul

expression darkening as she read the scrawl

hands trembled slightly as she placed the note on the counter. "It's a warning. They k

into fists at my sides, anger and fear warring within me. "Then we need to be sma

. "That's the spirit, child. But be careful. The Nightshade Pack do

was trapped in this pack's web. "I'll fight, Tara," I said f

oife. Stronger than you realize. But d

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coming in for injuries or ailments. I moved through the motions,

floated through the air

the full moon gathering," one wolf murmu

a chill down my spine. What could Alpha Sean

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the edge of the forest. The towering trees provided a sens

n our warm-up. His green eyes studied me intent

ng me and the whispers I'd overheard. His expres

ce low and steady. "But we won't let them win. You'r

gratitude. No matter how dark things seemed, Zeke was a

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etween us fueling every strike and counter. Zeke's movements we

back," he said,

k, frustration bubbli

rrowed, challenging me. "Whatever

my fists flying. He met my attacks head-on, his stren

he grunt of approval that escaped hi

rubbing his shoulder. "

that tugged at my lips. Moments like these reminded

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house. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, the

settled over me like a weight. I moved quickly, keeping my head down, but I

ty case," one of th

ere," Niamh replied, her v

. Their words were like barbs, sharp and pai

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w, staring out at the moonlit fo

resonant, sent a

warning or pain. It

was coming from the edge of the

as waitin

dden in the safety of my room, ignoring the

e lightly. And somehow, I knew that