In the Alpha's arm

The road to silver claw

The moment Layla’s mocking words left her lips, the room seemed to darken.

I didn’t know why her voice affected me the way it did maybe because it carried something sharp, like a warning hidden beneath a smile.

“Well,” she’d said, her tone light but her eyes cutting through me, “welcome to the Silver Claw pack.”

I forced myself to stay calm, even though my heart was beating too fast. “Thank you,” I managed, though my voice trembled slightly.

Her smirk deepened. “I’m sure you’ll find things… different here. We’re not used to strangers. Especially ones who show up out of nowhere with the Alpha.”

Her words stung, but before I could respond, a familiar energy swept through the room powerful and unmistakable.

Layla’s expression faltered instantly, her confidence draining as the scent of dominance filled the air.

I turned, and there he was.

Then, unexpectedly, he reached for my hand. His touch was warm, grounding.

Umh Alpha.. she chuckled nervously, I was trying to tell her how things are done here.

Lyra stuttered faking a smile, right violet?

Her words carried a hint of malice.

She's right Alpha i answered, Donovan didn't utter a word he just looked at Lyra with unreadable expression.

“Come with me,” he said quietly.

I blinked, confused. “Where are we going?”

His lips curved faintly not quite a smile, but something close. “Somewhere.

And just like that, he turned towards

the door, his hand still holding mine as he led me out of the room.

The place Donovan took me to looked simple yet elegant. It sat behind the pack house, far from the noise and busy movements of the pack members. The air here felt fresher, and the quietness made it feel peaceful almost too peaceful.

Tall trees surrounded the yard, their leaves whispering softly whenever the wind passed through.

There were stone paths that led to a small wooden cabin with white curtains and a porch covered in tiny flower pots.

The grass was green and soft, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine and pine.

I didn’t expect this side of the pack house to look so calm and beautiful. Everything here seemed well taken care of, clean and organized, but still simple nothing loud or fancy. Just… peaceful.

Donovan stopped and turned to me, his expression softer than usual. “You’ll stay here for now,” he said, his deep voice firm but calm.

Before I could say anything more, his phone began to ring. He looked at the screen, his jaw tightening a little before he answered. His tone dropped, serious, as he turned and walked a few steps away to take the call.

I nodded slowly, still looking around. “It’s really beautiful,” I whispered.

He gave a small smile, though it barely reached his eyes. “Good,” he said simply.

I stood quietly, unsure of what to do. The bandage on my arm still ached a bit, but I ignored it. I glanced at Donovan’s back as he spoke in a low, hush commanding tone. Whoever was on the other end of the line, it was definitely pack business.

After a few moments, I looked around again. The soft sound of running water came from somewhere nearby, and birds chirped lazily in the trees.

Then I heard light footsteps behind me.

When I turned, a woman was approaching tall and graceful, her long black hair falling freely behind her shoulders.

She looked calm and confident, her eyes warm but observant.

Violet “ she said kindly, smiling a little.

“Hi Lyra, ” I answered softly.

Come with me,You’re still hurt. Let’s get that wound taken care of.”

I glanced towards Donovan, who was still on the phone. Then I nodded and followed her.

Lyra led me down a stone path that curved around the cabin. The area opened up into a small garden filled with herbs lavender, mint, and others I didn’t recognize. The air was thick with their scent, soothing and clean.

Inside a smaller hut near the garden, shelves were lined with jars, bottles, and rolled-up bandages. It looked like a healer’s place.

“Sit,” Lyra said, pointing to a wooden stool. I obeyed quietly.

She took my hand and carefully unwrapped the old bandage. The wound had closed a bit, but it was still red and sore,if it were others with there wolves it would have healed but since I was wolfless it took time.

She mixed something in a small bowl and began to apply it gently. The ointment was cool at first, then warm, spreading a soft tingling feeling through my arm.

“It will heal faster,” she said softly.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

She smiled and nodded. “It’s nothing.”

When she finished, she cleaned up and motioned for me to follow her again. “Come,” she said. “You should know your surroundings. It’ll make you feel more at ease.”

We walked around the back area of the pack house. She showed me where the training grounds were, though no one was there at the moment. Then we passed by the kitchen area, the storage rooms, and a small open field where young wolves usually played or trained.

As we walked, Lyra talked easily, her voice soft and friendly, unlike it was when we first met.

“You’ll get used to being here,” she said. “Donovan is strict, but he’s fair. He protects what’s his.”

I looked at her, curious. “You seem close to him.”

She smiled a little, glancing at me. “Yes,” she said simply. “Donovan and I have known each other for years. I’m one of his most trusted.

He doesn’t let many people close, but I’ve always been by his side. I know him better than most.”

Am his beta she added.

I didn’t know how to respond, so I just nodded.

Lyra stopped walking then and turned to look at me, her expression unreadable for a second. “There’s one more place I’d like to show you,” she said finally.

“Where?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” she said with a small smile. “Come with me. It’s important.”

Her tone was calm, but something about it made me curious a

nd a little uneasy. Still, I followed her, wondering where she was taking me, and what she really wanted to show me.