PRESENT DAY
SILAS' POV.
I never understood why that memory lingered for so long. Maybe because Mirabel was the first real friend I ever made. I never saw her again after that day. My brother finished his meeting, and we left. Life moved on. I trained, I studied—I did everything expected of me as the fourth-born son of a ruthless bloodline. But I never forgot the little girl with the missing bracelet. The one who had hugged me without hesitation. The one who had kissed my cheek like I wasn’t someone to be feared.
The war between our packs had ended, but hatred remained—a festering wound that refused to heal. My brother, now an established Alpha, believed my presence in Darksilver could help mend things. Or at the very least, prevent another war.
That’s how I found myself in their pack
