If I had heard one thing about silver, it was the fact that no werewolf that had ever had a direct encounter with it had survived. It was the very bane of our existence.
“She’s been stabbed with silver,” someone said after I had felt the most painful thing I had ever felt in my entire life as something was driven into my back.
Just then, I let myself know that if the person was right and I had truly been stabbed with silver or something made out of it, I was as good as dead, and there was nothing I could do to survive it.
I weakly fell to my knees, my body trembling and my breaths hot.
“I told you that the next time we both have an encounter, you would be as good as dead,” Nathan’s voice came from behind me, showing me that he had been the person who stabbed me.
I watched his legs sto
