The Silver Wolf (Diana and Talon) novel Chapter 26

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Chapter Twenty Six

The fight was brutal, but only because the rogues were desperate.

Clam

Fenrir was already on the edge of feral when the last wave came.nFinding his mate attacked, injured, bleeding out on the ground had torn something loose inside him-something ancient, primal, and merciless. Rage burned through his veins like wildfire, drowning out pain, logic, and restraint. Every instinct screamed for him to abandon the battlefield and go to her, to gather her broken body beneath his bulk and protect her from the world.

But he couldn’t.

Not yet.

Because she was still not safe.

Through the bond, Fenrir felt everything Diana felt and it nearly broke him.

The sharp agony in her side where claws had torn too deep. The dizzy haze creeping into her mind as her strength ebbed away. The sluggishness in her limbs that terrified her even as she tried to fight through it. Her wolf-Artemis-was silent, knocked into unconsciousness by wolfsbane.

She was running on will alone, and that will was fraying.

‘Hold on, mate,’ Fenrir snarled inwardly, fury vibrating through the bond. ‘I’m here. Just hold on!’

Out of the eight remaining rogues, five charged him at once. They attacked simultaneously, coordinated in the way only seasoned killers were-one going low, another for his throat, the others flanking. They thought numbers would overwhelm him.

They were wrong.

Fenrir shifted his stance, massive body placing itself squarely between the rogues and Diana’s fallen form. She lay just behind him, curled on her side, blood soaking into the dirt beneath her. Too still. Far too still. That sight alone nearly sent him fully feral.

The rogues hit him like a wave. Teeth sank into his shoulder. Claws raked down his flank. One latched onto his hind leg, trying to bring him down.

Fenrir didn’t even feel it.

Pain was meaningless.

Blood was meaningless.

The only thing that mattered was that they would never touch her again.

With a thunderous snarl, Fenrir exploded into motion. He snapped his jaws around the first rogue’s neck, crushing vertebrae with horrifying ease before hurling the limp body aside. Another leapt for his back, Fenrir twisted mid-motion, claws ripping through muscle and bone, tearing an arm clean off. The rogue screamed, collapsing in a heap, but Fenrir was already moving again.

He fought like a force of nature.

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Savage. Relentless. Unstoppable.

They clawed him. Bit him. Tried to tear him down.

He tore them apart

In the distance, a long, powerful howl echoed through the trees.

Fenrir’s ears twitched.

Enzo, Talon realized instantly.

The rogues heard it too. Fear flickered across their feral faces. Three of them-those who had been holding back, waiting for an opening-turned and ran, abandoning the fight without hesitation.

They didn’t get far. A massive gray wolf burst from the shadows like a living missile.

River.

Chim

Enzo’s wolf hit the first rogue full force, slamming it into the ground hard enough to crack bone. His jaws closed around its spine, ending the struggle instantly. The second tried to veer away, but River was faster, dragging it down by the leg and crushing its throat. The third barely had time to scream before River tore into it, leaving it broken and immobilized.

Efficient. Precise. Ruthless.

His beta was nothing if not effective.

Good, Talon thought grimly.

The clearing fell eerily quiet. Broken rogues lay scattered across the ground-some unconscious, some howling in agony, some disturbingly still. Fenrir stood at the center of it all, chest heaving, fur matted with blood-most of it not his own. But his gaze never left Diana.

‘Enzo, handle this. I have to check on Diana, Talon mind-linked sharply.

Already securing them, Enzo replied without hesitation. ‘Go

“Fenrir,” Talon turned inward, and he said firmly. “We have to shift”

Fenrir hesitated, torn between instinct and command, but only for a heartbeat. He padded back to Diana, lowering his massive head beside her. Gently-so gently-he licked her cheek, then nudged her shoulder with his nose, desperate for any sign of life.

Her lashes fluttered.

“Hello… big boy,” A faint smile curved her lips, and she murmured weakly. “Haven’t I told you… no licking?

The sound Fenrir made was low and broken, something between a whine and a growl. He nudged her again, relief crashing through him so hard it nearly stole his breath.

She was alive.

Reluctantly, he yielded control.

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The shift was swift. Talon dropped to his knees beside her, human once more, heedless of his own injuries. He gathered her into his arms, careful of her wounds, one hand cradling her head, the other pressing her close to his chest.

“Diana,” he said urgently “Why didn’t you shift? You have to shift let your wolf heal you.”

Clam

“Wolfsbane,” she breathing was shallow, uneven. “Some of the rogues…. had it. I was careless.” Her fingers twitched weakly against his arm. “Artemis is knocked out. I can’t shift. Healing’s slower now… but I’ll be fine. Just… give me time.”

His jaw clenched hard.

“Rest,” Talon said softly, though fury still burned in his eyes. “Take all the time you need. I’ll take care of this.”

The tension left Diana’s body at his words.

Trusting him completely.

Diana’s eyes slid shut, and sleep claimed her.

Talon stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

Around them, Enzo and the warriors had fully secured the area. The remaining rogues were restrained or unconscious. Some of those Fenrir had fought looked pitiful-broken limbs, shredded bodies, but alive.

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