CHAPTER1
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The wind cut through the trees like a whisper of warning.
Kaia Rivers pulled her hoodie tighter around her, squinting into the fading light of the woods that bordered Silverhollow High. The sunset bled crimson through the thick clouds, painting the trees with a surreal glow. The kind of glow that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
She wasn’t supposed to be out here—not with the string of animal attacks that had people locking their doors before dusk. But Kaia had never been one to follow rules. Especially not when her life was already a blur of questions no one wanted to answer.
She stopped at the clearing. This was her place. Where the air felt heavier, the silence thicker. The old oak tree stood like a sentinel in the center, its bark scarred and blackened at the base, like it had been struck by lightning long ago.
Kaia knelt and ran her fingers across the roots. Her mother used to bring her here—back when she was alive. Before the fire. Before the night everything she knew was reduced to ash and screams.
Tugging back her sleeve, she stared at the silver birthmark on her wrist. It glowed faintly in the dim light, shaped like a crescent moon with three claw-like slashes running through it. No one had ever been able to explain it. Doctors called it a “pigmentation anomaly.” Her foster parents called it a curse.
She called it a mystery. One she intended to solve.
A rustle behind her broke her thoughts.
Kaia jumped to her feet, scanning the trees. “Hello?” she called. Her voice wavered slightly. “Who’s there?”
No answer.
Just wind. And then silence.
She turned—too late.
A blur of black fur slammed into her, knocking her hard against the tree. Pain exploded through her ribs as claws tore into her shoulder. She screamed, her vision blurring with tears and blood.
The creature snarled—eyes glowing gold, teeth bared in a growl that vibrated in her bones. It was massive, its body all muscle and shadow, fur matted with dirt and blood. A wolf—but not. Something more. Something ancient.
Kaia struggled, but the beast pinned her easily, its breath hot and reeking of rot. Then it hesitated, nose twitching. It sniffed her wrist.
The mark.
The wolf let out a sharp whine and jerked back as if burned. Kaia didn’t wait. With adrenaline burning through her veins, she grabbed a thick branch and swung with all her might.
The wood cracked against its skull, and the beast yelped, stumbling back into the trees before vanishing into the darkness.
Kaia collapsed, panting, her hands shaking. Blood soaked her shirt, but the pain was fading—almost unnaturally fast.
She looked down.
The gashes were closing. Skin knitting together right before her eyes.
Her heart stuttered.
“What the hell…”
She barely remembered running home. Her feet moved on autopilot, her mind stuck on replay—glowing eyes, silver blood, healing skin. None of it made sense.
Her foster mom, Janet, barely looked up from her wine glass when Kaia stumbled in, clothes torn and bloodied.
“I swear, Kaia,” she muttered, “if this is another one of your weird forest games—”
Kaia didn’t answer. She just stormed past her and up to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Under the harsh fluorescent lights, she peeled off her hoodie and stared into the mirror. Her skin was clean. Smooth. Not a single scratch. The blood was still there, dried and flaking, but there was no wound. Nothing.
She looked down at her wrist again.
The mark was glowing. Not just faintly—brightly. Pulsing.
Her breath caught.
A sharp knock on the door made her jump.
“Kaia,” came a voice. Male. Quiet. Unfamiliar. “Open the door. You’re not safe.”
She froze. “Who are you?”
“I’m someone who can explain what’s happening to you.”
Every instinct told her not to trust a stranger. But every instinct also told her this wasn’t a normal night.
She unlocked the door and yanked it open.
A boy stood there, maybe eighteen, dressed in black, rain-damp hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes were silver. Not gray—silver, like mercury, shining even in the hallway light.
“I’m Jace,” he said. “And you’re not just anyone, Kaia Rivers. You’re the last Silver Wolf.”
They sat in an abandoned cabin in the woods by midnight. Kaia kept her distance, arms crossed, a rusty fireplace poker clutched in one hand. Jace didn’t seem threatened.
“You’re not going to need that,” he said, nodding to the poker. “If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t have knocked.”
She glared. “Start talking.”
He leaned back. “You’ve probably guessed it by now. You’re not human. Not fully. That mark on your wrist? It’s a birthright. Proof of your bloodline. You come from the House of the Silver Moon—the last true Alpha bloodline.”
Kaia blinked. “You’re insane.”
He chuckled. “Maybe. But I’m not lying.”
She opened her mouth, but he held up a hand.
“The wolf that attacked you? That wasn’t random. Someone’s hunting you. They know what you are, even if you don’t. And they want to make sure you never awaken.”
“Awaken?” she echoed.
He nodded. “Your power. Your shift. It’s already started—your healing, your strength. But it’ll keep growing. And when it does…” His eyes darkened. “Everyone will want a piece of you.”
Kaia’s head spun.
Werewolves. Bloodlines. Awakening. This was insane. Completely insane. But then she remembered the glowing eyes. The healing wounds.
The fear.
“What do they want from me?” she whispered.
“Control,” Jace said. “The Silver Wolves ruled the packs once. With you back… they’ll either kneel, or they’ll kill you.”
Kaia stood. “No. I don’t want any of this. I just want my normal life back.”
“There’s no going back,” Jace said softly. “You were born for this. And you’re not alone. Not anymore.”
For the first time, Kaia saw something else in his expression. Not just urgency. Not pity.
Loyalty.
And maybe….something more.
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