Chapters

Chapter One: Wolves Don’t Belong in Silverwood

Chapter Two: The Wolf and the Girl Who Knew Too Much

Chapter Three: The Boy Who Runs with Wolves

Chapter Four: The Pack Never Forgets

Chapter Five: The Pack Strikes First

Chapter 6: Blood and Betrayal

Chapter 7: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 8: The Edge of Control

Chapter 9: The Hunger Within

Chapter 10: The Monster Within

Chapter 11: The Truth Beneath the Skin

Chapter 12: A Line in the Sand

Chapter 13: Fire and Fractures

Chapter 14: A Deal with the Devil

Chapter15: A Path of No Return

Chapter 16: The Lies Between Us

Chapter 17: A Monster’s Reflection

Chapter 18: Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 19: The Awakening

Chapter 20: The Ruin’s Secret

Chapter 21: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 22: Run Until You Break

Chapter 23: The Ghosts We Carry

Chapter 24: A Monster’s Shadow

Chapter 25: The Exile’s Truth

Chapter 26: The Alpha Strikes Back

Chapter 27: A Taste for Blood

Chapter 28: The Betrayal

Chapter 29: The Trap

Chapter 30: The Choice

Chapter 31: The Hunger Beneath

Chapter 32: The Threshold

Chapter 33: Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 34: The Breaking Point

Chapter 35: The Awakening

Chapter 36: The Wolf at the Gate

Chapter 37: A Throne of Ash and Bone

Chapter 38: The Crown of a Ghost

Chapter 39: Blood and Allegiance

Chapter 40: The Shadow of a Queen

Chapter 41: Echoes of the Fallen

Chapter 42: A Ghost in the Dark

Chapter 43: Descent into Shadows

Chapter 44: The War That Never Ended

Chapter 45: The Fire That Follows

Chapter 46: Shadows of the Past, Flames of the Future

Chapter 47: A War Written in Shadows

Chapter 48: The Ashes of the Past, the Dawn of War

The night was quiet now, the echoes of battle nothing more than embers smoldering in the cold air. But the silence wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with victory. It was the kind of silence that came before the next storm. Riley stood at the edge of the battlefield, where the fire had begun to die down, leaving behind the blackened remains of the enemies she had burned away. The wind carried the scent of ash and earth, a whisper of the destruction she had left in her wake. But it didn’t feel like enough. It never did. Not when the war wasn’t over. Not when the true enemy was still out there, watching, waiting. She tightened her fists, feeling the warmth still lingering beneath her skin, the fire that refused to go out. For so long, she had been searching for the truth. And now, she has it. But knowing the truth and acting on it were two very different things. Kieran stepped beside her, his golden eyes still fierce, still unwavering. “You haven’t said a word since it ended.” Riley didn’t turn. Because she wasn’t sure what she would say. How could she? How could she explain what she had seen? The visions, the memories clawing at the edges of her mind, the past that refused to stay buried? For a moment, she thought about lying. Telling him she was fine. But she was tired of pretending. “It didn’t feel like the end,” she admitted, voice low. “It felt like the beginning.” Kieran studied her, silent for a moment, then nodded. “Because it is.” The truth settled between them, heavy, unspoken. And Riley hated it. Hated the way this fight kept pulling her deeper. Hated that no matter how many battles she won, there was always another war waiting. Lena’s voice cut through the night. “Well, if you two are done brooding over there, we should probably figure out where the hell we’re going next.” Riley turned, finding Lena standing over the remains of one of the creatures, nudging the ash with the toe of her boot. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being dragged into this mess,” Lena continued, “it’s that whenever we think we’ve won, something worse is already on the way.” She wasn’t wrong. The enemy was still out there. The ones who had erased her, rewritten history, tried to wipe her from existence. And they wouldn’t stop. Not unless Riley gave them a reason to be afraid. The pack moved through the charred remains of the battlefield, their golden eyes sharp, bodies tense. Even in victory, they didn’t let their guard down. Because this wasn’t the end. And they all knew it. The ruins were waiting for them. The past was waiting for them. And Riley was finally ready to face it. The road was long, stretching through the endless darkness of the forest, the trees looming like silent sentinels. But she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. Not of the truth. Not of the war ahead. Because this time She was the one bringing the fire. The forest stretched before them, dark and endless, the trees standing like ancient sentinels watching their every move. But Riley didn’t feel hunted anymore. Not like before, when the past had been something she couldn’t grasp when every step forward felt like she was walking blind into a war she didn’t understand. Now? Now, she understood everything. The war wasn’t something new. It wasn’t something Tobias had started or even something Caius had been trying to finish. It had begun long before any of them. And now that she knew the truth they couldn’t stop her from burning it all down. She walked at the front of the pack, her boots pressing into damp earth, her senses razor-sharp, her breath slow and measured. Every step forward felt like stepping deeper into something bigger than herself. Not just into battle. Not just into war. But into her history. And for the first time in her life She wasn’t afraid of it. She glanced back, just for a moment. The pack was silent, steady, waiting. They had followed her into fire and blood. They had chosen her over Tobias. They had seen what she had done back there. And yet, they were still here. That should have scared her. The way they looked at her now. Not just as a leader. Not just as the girl who had survived. But as something more. As something they could believe in. It was a kind of loyalty she had never asked for. A kind of power she had never wanted. And yet She couldn’t deny that she needed it now. Because the ones who had erased her? The ones who had rewritten history? They weren’t just going to let her walk away. They weren’t going to let her exist. So she had to be ready. She had to make sure the next time they came for her they were the ones who wouldn’t survive it. Kieran walked just behind her, close enough that she could feel the weight of his presence, steady and unshaken. He hadn’t said much since the fight ended. But he didn’t have to. Because she knew. Knew he had seen what she had seen. Knew he had felt it, too the shift in the air, the change in the war. She wasn’t the same girl who had stepped into this fight. And he wasn’t the same wolf who had tried to protect her from it. They had both changed. And neither of them was turning back. The ruins were closed now. She could feel them. Not just in the earth beneath her feet, not just in the scent of stone and time lingering in the wind But inside her. Like a memory trying to surface. Like something pulling her back. The others didn’t feel it the way she did. They didn’t hear the whispers of the past curling through the trees, or the distant echo of something lost, something waiting. But Riley did. Because the ruins weren’t just another battlefield. They weren’t just another graveyard of the past. They had been hers once. And soon They would be again. As the first broken stones appeared between the trees, as the weight of something ancient, something powerful settled over the land, Riley let out a slow breath. No more running. No more hiding. No more waiting for the past to catch up with her. She was here. And this time She was going to finish what she started. The ruins rose before her, half-buried in the earth, but not forgotten. Not by her. Not by the ones who had erased her. Not by the past that refused to stay buried. The stones were ancient, cracked, and weathered by time, but the moment Riley stepped forward, she knew they still remembered her. The air shifted, thick with something unseen, something that had been waiting. She could feel it curling around her ribs, pressing against her skin not fear, not hesitation, but recognition. Like the ruins knew what she had come for. Like they had been waiting for her to return. The pack slowed behind her, golden eyes flickering in the dim moonlight. No one spoke. Because they felt it too. Not like she did not with the same deep, visceral pull that had wrapped around her the moment she set foot on this land but they felt something. Something is shifting. Something awakening. Lena let out a slow, sharp breath. “I don’t like this,” she muttered. “Too quiet. Too… expectant.” Kieran was watching Riley carefully, his stance tense, ready. “You’re sure about this?” he asked. She wasn’t. But that didn’t matter. Because she had no other choice. She stepped forward. And the ground beneath her hummed. A deep, pulsing thrum, like a heartbeat beneath the earth. The ruins were alive. Or at least something inside them was. And as Riley pressed her palm against the nearest stone, something in the air snapped. The doors to the past swung opened A rush of heat, of memory, of something vast and ancient slammed into her chest. She staggered back, gasping, her vision flashing gold and white, the ruins around her blurring. No, not blurring. Changing. The cracks in the stones disappeared. The vines recoiled, vanishing as if time itself was unraveling. And suddenly, she wasn’t standing in ruins anymore. She was standing in the past. The city wasn’t dead. It was alive. The banners still flew, their sigils catching the wind. The torches still burned, lining the great stone walls. And the streets They were full of people. Her people. She could hear their voices, their laughter, the sound of wolves moving through the city, their eyes bright with something that had once felt like home. This wasn’t just a memory. It was a warning. Because she had lived here once. Because she had ruled here once. And because she had lost it all. The air shifted again. And then, she saw him. Standing at the edge of the city, his golden eyes darker than she had ever seen them, his body coiled, tense, like he already knew how this was going to end. Caius. Not as the enemy. Not yet. Not like the man she had been hunting through fire and blood. But as something else. As someone who had once stood beside her. As someone who had once fought for her. As someone who had once tried to save her. And just like that The vision shattered. Riley gasped, stumbling back into the present, the weight of the memory slamming into her like a blade to the ribs. The ruins were silent again. Dead again. But she wasn’t. She was alive. She was awake. And she remembered. She lifted her gaze, meeting Kieran’s eyes, steady and unshaken. “They weren’t just trying to erase me,” she said, voice quiet, fierce. “They were trying to erase all of this.” Lena let out a slow breath. “What did you see?” Riley swallowed hard. “My home,” she said. “My city.” She turned back to the ruins, her ruins. And she knew she wasn’t here to uncover the past. She was here to take it back. The past was hers. The war was hers. And now, so was the future. She exhaled, slow and steady. “We’re done searching,” she said. She turned back to the pack. “Now, we start fighting.” And this time they would be the ones rewriting history. No more waiting. No more running. No more letting someone else decide what was remembered and what was erased. This war had started centuries ago, but it would end with her. And this time, they wouldn’t take her name. They wouldn’t take her city. They wouldn’t take anything. Because Riley Hayes wasn’t just a survivor. She was the reckoning. She was the fire they thought they had extinguished. And she was going to burn everything they had built to the ground. The pack stood before her, watching, waiting. They had followed her through the shadows, through the lies, through the ghosts of a history they had never been allowed to know. But they knew it now. And they weren’t afraid. The moment she had spoken those words “Now, we start fighting” something in the air had shifted. The pack wasn’t just following her anymore. They were ready to fight beside her. To die beside her. Because this war wasn’t just hers anymore. It belonged to all of them. It had been stolen from all of them. And now? They were going to take it back. A city waiting to rise again Riley turned to the ruins, her green eyes sharp, scanning the remnants of what had once been a kingdom. She could still feel it the echo of power, the weight of what had been lost. The city had been left to crumble, but it wasn’t dead. Not yet. Not if she had anything to say about it. She stepped forward, brushing her fingers over the stone, feeling the warmth beneath her skin, the whispers of something waiting to wake. And she knew This place was still hers. Even after all this time. Even after they had tried to bury it. It had been waiting for her to come back. And now, she has. Kieran moved beside her, silent, steady. “What do we do first?” Riley didn’t hesitate. “We make them remember,” she said. She turned back to the pack, her wolves, her soldiers. Her army. The ones who had chosen her. The ones who had fought for her. The ones who would help her burn their enemies to the ground. She lifted her chin, voice clear, unshaken. “We don’t just fight them,” she said. “We take back what’s ours.” She glanced back at the ruins, at the broken stone, at the ghosts of a kingdom that refused to stay buried. She smiled. And this time It wasn’t a promise. It was a warning. “Let’s go remind the world who we are.” A slow, powerful hush fell over the pack, the weight of Riley’s words settling deep into their bones. Because they knew what this meant. This wasn’t just another battle. This wasn’t just revenge. This was a resurrection. The ruins stood before them, silent and waiting, but they would not stay that way for long. Because Riley wasn’t just reclaiming what was lost. She was rebuilding it. And when the world saw what she was about to do They would never forget her again. The first steps of war The wind howled through the broken stones, carrying the scent of old magic and forgotten history. Riley stepped forward, her boots pressing into the damp earth, her heart beating with something deep, something ancient. The pack followed. Kieran was just behind her, his golden eyes sharp, steady. Lena walked beside him, twirling a dagger between her fingers, her smirk gone, replaced by something colder, hungrier. Even the younger wolves, the ones who had once hesitated, stood taller now. Because Riley had given them something they had never had before. A truth that could not be erased. A leader that could not be stopped. A war that could not be avoided. They passed beneath a crumbling archway, the remains of an entrance that had once led to a kingdom. The carvings were worn, faded but as Riley’s fingers brushed The moment Riley’s fingers brushed against the worn stone, a pulse of heat rippled beneath her skin. Not fire. Not magic. Something deeper. Something alive. The carvings were almost unreadable now, eroded by time, but the second she touched them they weren’t just symbols anymore. They were words. They were names. Her name. Not the one she carried now. The one they had erased. A sharp breath left her lips as the stone reacted to her presence, the dust falling away, the letters glowing faintly in the dim light. The wolves behind her shifted, murmuring among themselves, but Riley couldn’t look away. Because she had stood here before. Not in this life. But in the one they had stolen from her. This had been her home. Her kingdom. And they had tried to bury it beneath time and silence. A slow rage curled through her chest, the fire inside her flaring hotter, sharper. Lena let out a low whistle, stepping closer. “Okay, that’s new.” Kieran didn’t say anything, but Riley could feel his gaze on her, steady, questioning. Because they all knew. They could all see it now. This wasn’t just some ancient ruin. It was a graveyard. A graveyard for a kingdom that had once ruled these lands. A graveyard for her. A throne stolen, a war forgotten Riley exhaled slowly, dragging her fingers away from the stone, her pulse roaring. “I’ve been here before,” she admitted, voice quiet but unshaken. No one doubted her. How could they? The ruins had already spoken for her. Kieran stepped forward, his golden eyes flickering over the glowing carvings, his body coiled like he was waiting for the past to reach out and take her again. “What does it say?” he asked. Riley swallowed, staring at the letters, their meaning so clear now. “It says I was supposed to die here,” she murmured. Lena stiffened. “That’s not unsettling at all.” “But I didn’t,” Riley continued, voice growing stronger. “And that’s why they erased it.” The air thickened, the weight of her words pressing against the ruins, against the night itself. Because this was the truth they had never wanted her to find. She had been their greatest threat once. A ruler. A warrior. Someone powerful enough to change the course of history. And when they had failed to kill her They had buried her instead. But now? Now, she was unburing herself. Now, they would have to face her again. And this time She was the one who would decide how the story ended. Riley turned back to the others, fire curling between her fingers, her green eyes burning like embers in the dark. They were waiting. For orders. For a path forward. For her. She was their leader now. Not just because she had survived Tobias. Not just because she had beaten the ones who came before. But because she had shown them the truth. And the truth was more powerful than any lie history had written. “We take this place back,” she said, her voice carrying over the ruins, over the silent stone that had once belonged to her. The pack stood taller. No hesitation. No fear. Because this wasn’t just her fight anymore. This was theirs. And when the dust settled The world would remember their names. A war that could no longer be hidden The wind howled through the ruins, carrying whispers of the past, the scent of fire and vengeance. They would come for her again. She knew that now. The ones who had rewritten history, who had controlled fate, who had erased her once before They would try again. But this time She was ready for them. Because she wasn’t a lost queen anymore. She wasn’t a ghost of the past. She was something new. Something they couldn’t erase. Something they should fear. She turned toward the rising moon, toward the path ahead, toward the war that was finally here's to win. And she smiled. “Let them try.”

Chapter 50: A Throne of Fire, A War of Shadows

Chapter 51: The Kingdom of Ash and Vengeance

Chapter 52: The Throne Remembers

Chapter 53: When the Dead Howl

Chapter 54: The Fire That Would Not Die

Chapter 55: The Last Dawn Before War

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Chapter One: Wolves Don’t Belong in Silverwood

Silverwood smelled like rain and secrets.

Riley Hayes had lived in this town her whole life, long enough to know its stories the whispers of creatures in the woods, of missing hikers and glowing eyes in the dark. Long enough to know better than to believe any of it.

The legends were Silverwood’s favorite bedtime stories, repeated over bonfires and hushed in the hallways of Silverwood High. But Riley had never been the type to believe in fairy tales.

Until tonight.

The storm was rolling in fast, thick clouds swallowing the sky and casting the woods in shadows. The damp air carried the scent of pine and something else, something electric like the moment before lightning struck. Riley tugged the hood of her jacket higher over her head and picked up her pace.

She should never have taken the shortcut through the woods.

But Nova had bailed on their study session at the last minute (probably to make out with Jake Carter behind the gym, not that Riley could judge), and she hadn’t wanted to wait another forty-five minutes for her mom to pick her up from the library. Walking through the woods shaved ten minutes off her route home.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like walking into a horror movie.

The air pressed heavily against her skin, thick with silence. The usual sounds of the forest chirping crickets, rustling leaves, and distant howls were gone. Something about it was wrong, and Riley wasn’t the type to ignore a gut feeling.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, the glow of the screen the only light in the growing darkness. No service. Because of course.

A sharp snap echoed through the trees.

Riley froze.

A branch breaking. Something moving.

She told herself it was just a deer. A raccoon. Anything normal.

But the feeling creeping up her spine wasn’t normal. It was the kind of instinct she couldn’t explain, the kind that made every cell in her body scream and run.

And then she saw them.

Two figures, barely visible in the shadows between the trees.

Not figures.

Eyes.

Glowing, golden eyes that burned through the darkness.

Riley’s breath caught in her throat as she took a slow step back. The figures moved, too fast, too fluid like something wild, something dangerous.

Then snarling. Low, guttural, not human.

Her pulse slammed against her ribs.

She turned and ran.

The forest blurred around her as she sprinted, branches whipping against her arms, rain starting to fall in sharp, cold droplets. The ground was slick and uneven, but she didn’t stop she couldn’t stop.

The sound of footsteps pounded behind her. Not one set. Two.

Too fast. Too close.

I’m not going to make it.

Then something crashed into her from the side.

The impact sent her flying, her breath ripped from her lungs as she hit the ground. Pain shot through her shoulder, leaves, and dirt pressing against her skin.

Before she could move before she could even think, the shadow loomed over her.

A creature.

Not a wolf. Not a man. Something in between.

It stood on two legs, its massive frame

The creature towered over Riley, half-shadow, half-nightmare. It stood on two legs, but its body was covered in dark, coarse fur. Its hands and claws flexed at its sides, and its golden eyes burned with something almost human.

Almost.

Riley couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream.

Then the second one stepped into the clearing.

This one was different leaner, its fur a lighter shade, eyes gleaming a deep, unnatural red. It was watching the first creature, not her. And something in the way its lips curled back, exposing long, gleaming fangs, told her that whatever was happening, she wasn’t the one it was hunting.

The first wolf the bigger one turned to face the red-eyed one.

A low growl rumbled from its chest, a sound so deep that Riley felt it in her bones. The red-eyed wolf growled back, stepping forward, muscles tensed.

They weren’t just animals.

They were fighting.

And Riley was caught in the middle of it.

Her survival instinct kicked in. She scrambled backward, fingers digging into the damp earth, every inch of her body screaming at her to move, now, before they remembered she was here.

But before she could push herself up, the red-eyed wolf lunged.

It was too fast just a blur of movement, claws slicing through the air. The bigger wolf dodged, pivoting with an impossible kind of grace before slamming into its attacker with bone-crushing force.

The sound of impact sent shockwaves through the night.

The red-eyed wolf snarled, snapping at the bigger one’s throat. They tumbled through the dirt and leaves, claws slashing, teeth bared. For a moment, Riley couldn’t tell who was winning just flashes of fur, growls that sounded almost like words, and the metallic scent of blood in the air.

Then a yelp.

The bigger wolf had the other pinned, teeth buried in its shoulder.

The red-eyed wolf thrashed, kicking up dirt, but the hold was too strong. With one final, guttural snarl, the bigger wolf threw it back, sending it crashing against a tree.

Silence.

Riley barely breathed as she watched the red-eyed wolf stagger to its feet, shaking with rage. It turned its glowing gaze toward the bigger wolf, snarled one last time then bolted into the darkness.

The storm swallowed the sound of its retreat.

The only thing left in the clearing was the remaining wolf. And Riley.

Her heart was a wild drum in her chest. She forced herself to move, crawling backward, desperate to get away before

The wolf turned to her.

Not just turned. Looked at her.

Like it knew her.

Riley’s breath hitched as she met those golden eyes. Closer now, she could see flecks of hazel buried beneath the glow, something almost… familiar.

The wolf took a slow step toward her.

She froze.

Then impossibly, horrifyingly it shifted.

One moment, a massive wolf was standing in front of her.

The next, a boy was kneeling in its place.

His body was bare except for the shadows and streaks of blood on his skin. His dark, rain-soaked hair clung to his forehead, his sharp jawline bruised.

And his eyes.

Golden, still burning, but unmistakably human now.

Riley knew that face.

Everyone at Silverwood High did.

Kieran Wolfe.

The guy who had shown up in town two months ago with a reputation that reeked of trouble. The guy who never talked to anyone, who always looked like he was one wrong move away from wrecking something.

The guy who had just turned into a wolf right in front of her.

Riley’s body finally caught up to her brain. She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the way her limbs trembled.

“What the” Her voice broke. “What the hell was that?”

Kieran didn’t answer immediately. His breathing was rough, and uneven, his muscles still shaking like shifting had drained every ounce of strength from him.

Then he exhaled a slow, sharp breath, and lifted his gaze to hers.

“That,” he said, voice hoarse but steady, “was me saving your life.”

Riley’s pulse thundered. Her hands clenched at her sides.

A normal person would’ve thanked him. A normal person would’ve run.

Riley wasn’t normal.

She took a step back.

Kieran frowned. “You’re scared.”

“No kidding,” she snapped. “I just watched you” She gestured at him, still unable to fully process what she’d seen. “You, you turned into a freaking wolf!”

Kieran flinched, but not from the words. His eyes flickered toward the darkness where the red-eyed wolf had disappeared.

“He’ll be back,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Riley’s chest tightened. “Who will be back?”

Kieran’s gaze slid back to hers. His lips pressed into a hard line.

“You need to go home, Riley.”

Her stomach dropped.

He knew her name.

She had never spoken to Kieran Wolfe a day in her life, but he knew exactly who she was.

She should’ve run. Should’ve done the smart thing, turned around, and never looked back.

But Riley Hayes had never been good at walking away from a mystery.

And right now, Kieran Wolfe was the biggest damn mystery Silverwood had ever seen.

So instead of running, she folded her arms and met his stare head-on.

“You just fought whatever that thing was, turned into a wolf, and you think I’m just going to go home like nothing happened?”

Kieran sighed like he didn’t have the patience for this. “That would be the smart thing to do.”

Riley narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, well. I don’t do smart.”

A flicker of something crossed his face exasperation, maybe, or the barest hint of amusement.

But then the storm rumbled overhead, and whatever softness had been there vanished. Kieran stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“This isn’t a game, Riley.”

The way he said her name sent a chill down her spine.

“I need you to listen to me,” he continued. “Forget what you saw. Forget me.”

A cold, sinking feeling settled in her stomach.

“Why?” she asked. “Because it’s dangerous?”

He held her gaze. “Because now they know you’ve seen too much.”

Lightning flashed. Thunder cracked overhead.

And in that single, shattering moment, Riley knew one thing for sure.

She wasn’t getting out of this alive.

Not unless she trusted the boy who had just turned into a monster.

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