SHADOWS AND SILVER EYES
311 Words
The halls of Moonridge felt colder that morning.
Rumors whispered like wind:
A servant fainted near the East Wing.
The Storm heir hasn’t been seen since the full moon.
Kael’s eyes were glowing during combat class.
But the loudest whispers were coming from the queen of them all—Lyra Storm.
She stood at her locker, flanked by her clique, sharp-eyed and flawless in silver. Her gaze tracked Mira from across the courtyard.
"She smells different," Lyra said, barely moving her lips.
"She’s always smelled weird," one girl replied.
Lyra shook her head. "Not like this. It’s... deeper now. Wilder."
She slammed the locker shut. Her heels clicked like daggers against the floor.
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In the servant quarters
Mira was folding linens when Dalia, the quiet kitchen girl, slipped in, eyes wide.
"You need to be careful."
Mira looked up, startled. "What?"
Dalia lowered her voice. "You’re being watched. They think you did something to him."
Mira stiffened. "To who?"
"Elias."
The name sent a spark through her chest. That pull again. Unwanted, uncontrollable.
"He’s been missing from class. His wolf’s unstable. That only happens when..." Dalia trailed off, eyes big.
"When what?"
"When the bond starts to fuse."
Mira’s lips parted. How did she know that?
But Dalia was already gone—vanishing into the hallway like a shadow.
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That night
Lyra stood in the moonlit greenhouse, hands resting on the glass table. Kael stood across from her.
"You knew it was her." Her tone was laced with venom.
Kael’s jaw flexed, but he said nothing.
"If she becomes part of this pack, we’re finished. You know what the prophecy says."
He didn’t flinch.
"She could save us," Kael replied.
"Or destroy everything we are."
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Elsewhere, Elias stood under the stars. Alone. Barefoot. Listening to the wind.
He didn’t call for her.
But he felt her.
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