The Rise Of The Silver Wolf
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roz
trembled, sore from running, t
kle, pulling me back through the mud.
it be
rson lying on the ground was someone else entirely. The face
ith a shaky voice. "Why a
nscious, hidden by roots and leaves. It wasn't un
and my instincts screamed fo
he said through gr
cked toward the trees behind me, expectin
tly. "Because not running meant
he didn't press, he didn't need to. His face was
hand tightly against
said, moving clos
kly turned into a pained expressio
to help him. My healer instincts, learned from ye
it?" As I reached for him, studyin
g next to him. "Silver-coated blades.
d nothing. He just watched me
th
lf st
ly in my mind. "Him," it
at couldn't be possible. I shut the voice
e, and something wild beneath the surface. It pulled at
to want him, but my body was trembl
ould
jured. His silence wasn't just caution, it was cont
slow the poison." I said, ripping
ping," he muttered, a
meone die alone
my hands worked steadily, trying
nt and just watched me. I c
eavy, and his head
d, and I quic
slipping under his arm. "There should
him through the forest, every step harder than
gainst the hillside, covered in moss and was for
d through the cold space. I removed
if he rested and
wound looked bad, but already, I could see signs of fast he
ifting to his chest, his shoulders wer
t," I said gent
d my wrist, making
wolf suddenly whispered again
voice rough. "For helpin
did it for you," I whispered. "I jus
nce between us grew deeper as
exploded
d hoarsely, like he was internall
me, I did. But I was
ean." I lied, my wolf gr
ers didn
whispere
ore I could say anything e
te, all the pain and fear we
as melting into something neither of us coul
nd in my hair, the other around my waist, like
is. At that moment, everything else, Caleb, betrayal, blood, t
He's
if I didn't. Like he was the brea
ething terrifyingly real. The mate bond snap
sleep, tangled in warmth and exhau
felt we were not hunt
*
de in the woods, a wolf
ire was dying. My body ached, and the col
s wound. But he wasn't there, h
check that
ice, a voice that was
, rushing straight tow
was slamming against my ribs, a
who, but the