Chapter 3: The Awakening
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KADE POV
We reached the compound some minutes later, a sprawling complex of buildings I'd built from nothing over the past five years. What had started as a rough camp for exiled wolves had grown into something resembling a small town. We had a little over hundred and fifty wolves here now, all of them rogues, all of them loyal to me.
Some by choice. Others because they had nowhere else to go.
I carried Sera straight to the main house, past curious stares and whispered questions. News traveled fast in a place like this. By morning, every wolf in my territory would know about the Silver Blood.
I took her up three flights of stairs to the guest wing. The room I'd had prepared was spacious and comfortable, a far cry from the barracks most of my wolves lived in. Large bed with soft sheets, a sitting area, a private bathroom. Windows that overlooked the forest.
I laid Sera on the bed carefully, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. The silver glow had faded to almost nothing, but I could still sense the power coiled inside her. Raw, untrained, volatile.
Dangerous and mine to shape.
"Get Elena," I told Marcus. "I want her to check Sera over, make sure the power surge didn't cause any internal damage."
Marcus nodded and left. I pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down, studying the girl who'd literally run into my territory and changed everything.
I'd been searching for a Silver Blood for five years. Ever since I'd discovered the truth that they weren't extinct like everyone believed, that the Alpha Council had been systematically hunting them down and killing them to maintain their power structure. Because Silver Bloods were the only wolves who could challenge an Alpha's authority. The only wolves who could break mate bonds, reject pack hierarchies, and threaten the entire werewolf social order.
The Council couldn't allow that kind of power to exist.
So they'd spent centuries wiping them out, hiding the evidence, rewriting history until Silver Bloods became nothing more than legends. Scary stories to tell pups at night.
But I'd found proof, documents, testimonies. Mass graves.
And I'd sworn that if I ever found a living Silver Blood, I'd use them to bring the whole corrupt system down.
Now one had just fallen into my lap.
Sera stirred slightly, a small sound of distress escaping her lips. Without thinking, I reached out and took her hand. Her fingers were cold, trembling. The moment our skin touched, I felt it, a spark of recognition, a pull that went deeper than logic.
I frowned, yanking my hand back.
No. That was impossible.
I'd already had a mate. Already lost her.
This was just... proximity. Power recognizing power.
Elena arrived fifteen minutes later, a motherly wolf in her fifties who served as our compound's healer. She took one look at Sera and whistled low. "A Silver Blood. I never thought I'd see one in my lifetime."
"How is she?"
Elena moved to the bed, checking Sera's pulse, her breathing, lifting her eyelids to examine her pupils. "Exhausted. Probably in shock but physically unharmed which is remarkable. Most wolves don't survive their first Silver Blood manifestation. The power usually tears them apart from the inside."
"But she survived."
"More than survived. She's strong, Kade. Stronger than she knows." Elena pulled a blanket over Sera. "She'll wake up in a few hours. When she does, she's going to be confused, terrified, and probably violent. That much power with no control is like handing a child a loaded gun."
"I can handle her."
Elena gave me a look. "Can you? Because from what I hear, she just took down half a pack ceremony with one scream."
"I've handled worse."
"Your funeral." Elena packed up her supplies. "I'll check on her again in the morning. Try not to get yourself killed before then."
She left, and I settled back in the chair, my eyes on Sera's face.
Although, if I was being honest, I should probably send Alpha Thorne a thank-you note. His rejection had triggered Sera's awakening. Without that, she might have gone her whole life never knowing what she was.
And I never would have found her.
Hours passed. I should have left, gotten some sleep, checked on my wolves. But I found myself staying, watching the steady rise and fall of Sera's chest, the way moonlight from the window turned her skin silver.
She was going to change everything.
I just had to make sure she chose the right side.
Finally, as dawn broke fully across the sky, Sera began to stir. Her breathing changed, became faster. Her fingers twitched against the blanket.
I leaned forward, watching as her eyes fluttered open. Brown eyes, deep brown with flecks of gold.
She blinked a few times, disoriented. Her gaze swept the unfamiliar room, the high ceilings, the expensive furniture, the windows showing nothing but forest.
Then her eyes landed on me.
For a moment, we just stared at each other.
Then she screamed.
She screamed until her voice cracked, scrambling backward on the bed like I was about to attack her. Her back hit the headboard hard enough that I heard the thump. I didn't move from my chair. Just watched her, waiting for the panic to burn itself out.
It always did.
"Done?" I asked when she finally ran out of breath.
"Stay away from me!" Her voice came out rough, broken. She looked around the room frantically, probably searching for a weapon or an exit. The windows, the door, back to me. Classic prey behavior.
Except she wasn't prey anymore.
"You're in my compound," I said, keeping my voice leveled. "About twenty miles from Silvermoon Pack territory. You've been unconscious for about six hours."
I watched her process that. Six hours. Her hand went to her chest, fingers pressing against the place where the mate bond used to be. The memories were hitting her now. I could see it in her face. The ceremony, the rejection, the humiliation.
The pain that crossed her face was raw, unfiltered. For a second, I almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
"Breathe," I said, gentler this time. The bond breaking was brutal. I'd seen it before. "The severance takes time to adjust to. It'll hurt less in a few days."
"You..." She was forcing air into her lungs, trying to get control. Good. Panic wouldn't help her. "You knocked me out. You kidnapped me."
"Technically, you ran into my territory and collapsed. I just picked you up." I leaned back, making myself look relaxed, unthreatening. "Your pack came looking for you, by the way. I sent them away."
Her eyes went wide. Fear spiked through her scent. "My family, my sister..."
"They're fine. I saw your friend Maya at the border. Red hair, loud opinions. She seemed very worried about you." I tilted my head, studying her. "Though I have to say, your pack's concern seems a bit fake considering they all just stood there and watched their Alpha destroy you in front of everyone."
Shame flooded her scent now, mixing with the fear. Her face flushed red, and she looked away.
There it was. The wound I needed to work with.
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