The Silver Wolf (Diana and Talon) novel Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

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Fenrir ran back to where he had last seen her, paws striking the forest floor with controlled power. Every snapped twig, every crushed leaf told a story, and he followed it instinctively. He remembered how fast she had been-how impossibly swift she moved even without her wolf. Talon knew Fenrir was faster, stronger, born for the hunt… but their mate had something else entirely.

She had the forest.

This land knew her as intimately as it knew the wind. She had been born beneath these trees, learned to walk on this soil, trained among these shadows. Every creek bend, every fallen log, every hidden rise and dip in the terrain belonged to her memory. She didn’t just run through the forest-she breathed with it. And that made her dangerous in ways brute strength could

never match.

Fenrir slowed, nostrils flaring as he skidded to a halt. He lowered his massive head and dragged in a deep breath, forcing the world to narrow to one thing.

Her.

The scent hit him all at once-warm, wild, intoxicating. Sweet like rain-soaked earth and moonlight tangled together. It made his mouth water, his instincts surge, his chest tighten with a possessive ache that bordered on painful.

‘When I find mate, Fenrir growled with savage satisfaction, ‘I will lick and taste her all over her body.’

Talon sighed internally, already regretting engaging.

“Fenrir, just settle down,” he said firmly. “When you licked her earlier, what did she do? She ran. Maybe she doesn’t want to be licked by a giant dog like you.”

Fenrir snorted loudly, clearly offended.

‘That is not because of me. My mate likes me,’ he insisted. ‘Maybe she doesn’t like you.’

Talon nearly laughed despite the tension coiled in his chest.

“She hasn’t even seen me yet,” he argued. “She only saw you. How can she not like me?”

‘I don’t know, Fenrir replied stubbornly, pacing in a tight circle. ‘But it is not me she doesn’t like. I like mate. I like her scent. So she must like my scent too.’

That-Talon knew-was the end of the discussion. There was no winning against Fenrir when

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it came to his logic. His belief in himself was absolute, unshakeable, and completely immune

to reason.

Still, Talon forced himself to try.

“Fenrir, remember-we agreed that finding our mate right now is not a good time,” Talon said carefully. “We have many enemies. And if what Alpha Asher said is true, if she truly doesn’t have her wolf, it will be harder to protect her.”

Fenrir’s steps stopped abruptly. His presence surged, fierce and defiant.

‘I want mate. I never said I don’t want mate,’ he snapped. ‘I can protect her. And mate is strong. Her wolf is strong. That stupid Alpha is wrong.’

Power rippled through their bond, raw and burning.

‘We are strong,’ Fenrir continued. ‘And we will protect our mate.’

Talon exhaled slowly, grounding himself. Fenrir’s certainty stirred something dangerous in him-hope mixed with fury.

“We will have to bring her back to our pack lands as soon as possible,” Talon said. “Outside our territory, our enemies have too many places to hide.”

‘I will rip apart anyone who tries to hurt my mate, Fenrir promised, voice low and lethal. ‘They will die painfully.’

Before Talon could respond, Enzo’s voice cut through the mind link.

‘Alpha, I found the cabin where the Luna is staying,’ Enzo said. ‘I spoke with some of the warriors. They said she’s staying in her late parents’ cabin, which is why her scent isn’t in the pack house. She rarely goes there.’

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