Arthur’s POV
Into the Silver
The moment Tyla’s hand touched mine, the world vanished.
Not exploded.
Not shattered.
Not burned.
It ceased.
There was no light.
No sound.
No ground beneath my feet.
Just silver — pure, endless, swallowing everything the way a star might swallow the dark around it.
I didn’t fall.
I didn’t stand.
I simply existed, suspended in a space so bright it felt like looking directly into the heart of the moon.
“Tyla?” I called into the void.
My voice didn’t echo.
It didn’t travel.
It dissolved, devoured by the silver around me as if nothing here obeyed the rules of the world we’d just left.
My wolf growled inside my skull, uneasy.
Where are we? he demanded.
“I don’t know.”
But I knew one thing:
This wasn’t a realm made by wolves or kingdoms or even
