Silver in My Veins, Ashes in His Heart

the hospital basement, I begged my

d the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins-a poison d

is a liability. Rendered wolfless, she will be as vul

e through my soul, ripping away

burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mi

d to watch him publicly claim hi

ht I would quietly fade into the serv

s safe and found the DNA tests

hel, I smiled as I climbed into the

uled email exposing every l

sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had dest

pte

ah

ement of the pack hospital. It was the scent

o my wrists and ankles, chafing skin that was already raw and bli

d against the metal tray like teeth in a skull. "She is still recovering from the smok

ine charcoal suit, looking every bit the powerful Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack. His ja

was low, but it carried the cr

er-ranking wolf could ignore. It was a physical force, a

welling in her eyes. "She is y

her. She is weak. The fire nearly killed her. If she remains a full werewolf, she will be challenge