The Girl Who Shouldn’t Exist
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Chapter Nine:
Kieran's POV
Silver’s body thrashed on the bed.
Her skin burned hotter than fire, her silver hair whipping around her like a storm.
"Hold her!" I barked, my heart racing.
Alaric stood at the door, arms crossed but tense — his sharp gaze never leaving her.
The witch, Maeve, hovered nearby, chanting softly, weaving protective wards into the air.
Then —
Silver rose.
Weightless.
Hovering a full foot above the bed.
A soft, golden glow poured from her skin, and her eyes —
Gods, her eyes —
snapped open, blazing with light.
Ancient words spilled from her mouth, words I couldn't understand but could feel.
Words that made the righteous wolves in the room fall to their knees, weeping with joy.
Words that made the few cowards and traitors among us double over in agony, screaming, clawing at their ears.
Maeve gasped, clutching her staff.
"The blood of Valhalla sings through her," she whispered in awe.
"She is awakening."
Alaric moved fast, barking orders.
"Seize the pained. Lock them away. If they cannot endure the call of righteousness, they are not worthy to stand beside her."
The warriors obeyed instantly.
I stayed rooted where I was, arms outstretched in case she fell —
but praying she never would.
Because in that moment —
hovering, blazing with a light older than the world itself —
Silver wasn’t just a girl anymore.
She was destiny.
And she was mine.
The light pouring from her chest pulsed once—
then again—
like a second heart beating beneath her skin.
I took a step forward, hands trembling.
"Silver..."
Her eyes snapped to mine.
But it wasn’t her—
not fully.
The girl I had known — the stubborn, sharp-tongued, guarded girl —
was buried beneath something vast.
Something ancient.
Something barely contained inside that fragile human shell.
She looked straight through me, into me, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.
I saw everything.
The wars.
The betrayals.
The blood of kings staining the earth.
The rise and fall of empires that hadn't yet been born.
And at the center of it all—
her.
My Silver.
Not a girl.
Not a wolf.
Not even a princess.
A reckoning.
The golden glow around her twisted, threads of silver and violet spiraling through it, forming strange sigils I didn’t recognize —
but somehow understood.
I tried to move toward her, but the power pouring off her pinned me in place.
Even my wolf inside me—wild, furious, stubborn—bowed his head in submission.
Silver’s lips moved again, whispering in the language of stars and gods.
Maeve let out a soft sob, falling to her knees beside the bed.
Alaric stood frozen at the door, his knuckles white around the sword he hadn't even realized he'd drawn.
Not to threaten.
To kneel.
Then—
The room cracked.
Not physically—
not something you could touch or see—
but in the air itself.
Reality shivered.
And Silver began to fall.
The light flickered, the sigils faded, and her small body, so strong and so fragile all at once, crumpled toward the earth.
I lunged, catching her before she could hit the bed, holding her against my chest.
Her hair tangled in my hands, still warm, still glowing faintly.
"Silver?" I whispered, brushing the strands from her face.
No response.
But she was breathing.
Barely.
Each breath like a stolen thread of life.
"We have to help her," I snapped, looking up at Maeve, at Alaric, at anyone.
Maeve scrambled forward, her hands weaving a shield of soft blue magic around Silver's form.
"She’s not hurt," Maeve whispered in awe. "She’s... transforming. The final blessing is taking root."
"Final blessing?" I growled. "What the hell does that mean?"
Maeve only shook her head, tears tracking down her weathered face.
"It means she was never meant to exist," she said softly.
"And yet she does. She is the impossible made flesh. A bridge between worlds. Between life and death. Heaven and earth."
I tightened my grip on Silver, pressing my forehead against hers.
"You’re not alone anymore," I whispered fiercely.
"You’re not a mistake. You’re not an accident. You’re mine."
Alaric’s voice broke through the heavy silence.
"Prepare the wards," he barked to the warriors outside the room. "Double the patrols. Lock down the territory."
His golden gaze flicked to me, hard and unyielding.
"We have something the world will kill to own, or destroy to prevent."
I nodded grimly.
Because I could feel it too.
The shift in the earth.
The ripple across the bloodlines.
The enemies waking from their slumber.
The girl who shouldn’t exist—
the girl who was never meant to survive—
was about to change everything.
And I would burn kingdoms to the ground before I let anyone take her from me.
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