The Silver Wolf (Diana and Talon) novel Chapter 27

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Talon had not let go of her. Diana lay cradled against his chest, her body limp in his arms, her head tucked beneath his chin as if it belonged there. One of his hands was pressed firmly against her side, covering the worst of her wounds, while the other supported her back with careful strength-as though even the slightest wrong movement might shatter her.

Blood stained his forearms. Hers.

The scent of wolfsbane burned his lungs with every breath.

“Alpha King, this can wait.” Enzo’s voice cut through the clearing, steady and controlled, but unmistakably urgent. He spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear, his gaze moving deliberately from the restrained rogues to the surrounding wolves and finally settling on Talon and the unconscious woman in his arms.

“I will handle the rogues,” he continued. “They’ll be secured. Alive. And ready for interrogation when you decide the time is right. But right now-” His eyes hardened as they flicked to Diana’s pale face. “you need to take Luna Diana to a healer. She’s been poisoned. She’s hurt. And she needs you.”

Luna Diana.

The title echoed through the clearing like a declaration carved into stone.

No one argued.

No one corrected him.

Some wolves straightened instinctively. Others lowered their heads. A few shifted their stance, subtly angling their bodies outward, forming a living shield around Talon and the woman he held.

Talon felt none of it. His world had narrowed to the faint rise and fall of Diana’s chest.

‘She’s still breathing, Fenrir said inside his mind, his voice raw but controlled. ‘Slow. Shallow. But steady!

Talon tightened his hold reflexively, drawing her closer as if his body alone could keep her tethered to this world.

‘I know, he murmured. ‘I can feel her.’

He nodded once to Enzo without looking away, the motion sharp and final. Then-only then-did his gaze lift briefly, catching Alpha Asher where he stood frozen several paces away.

Asher looked as if he’d been struck from stone-bloodied, wide-eyed, his mouth half-open as though he wanted to speak but no longer knew what words he had the right to use.

Talon didn’t give him that right.

He turned away.

Without setting Diana down, Talon shifted-careful, controlled, protecting her even as bones cracked and fur surged over skin. Fenrir rose fully, Diana still cradled against his massive chest, her body dwarfed by the Alpha King’s wolf but guarded with unmistakable reverence.

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Fenrir ran

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Each stride ate the distance toward the pack healer’s quarters, his movements fluid despite the fury thrumming beneath his skin. Diana’s head lolled slightly with the motion, and Fenrir immediately adjusted, tucking her closer, slowing just enough to keep her stable.

‘She fought too long; Fenrir growled. ‘She didn’t stop until her body forced her.’

‘She was alone,’ Talon answered quietly. ‘That won’t happen again!

The scent of her blood was strong now-metallic, sharp, laced with the bitter poison that clawed at Fenrir’s instincts. Wolfsbane. Refined. Meant to kill.

And yet her wounds had stopped bleeding freely. The gash at her side was still angry and dark, but the blood had clotted. The torn flesh showed the faintest signs of knitting together.

‘Her wolf is healing her, Fenrir snarled, equal parts pride and rage. ‘Even poisoned!

‘Yes,’ Talon agreed. ‘And it’s costing her.’

They reached the healer’s clearing moments later. Fenrir shifted back into human form without hesitation, lowering himself carefully to one knee as soon as he could. He did not place Diana on the ground. Instead, he held her upright against his chest, one arm locked securely around her back.

The pack healer rushed forward, silver hair escaping her braid, eyes glowing faintly as she took in Diana’s condition.

“Lay her back slightly,” she instructed.

Talon adjusted instantly, easing Diana so she rested against his bent knee and chest, his arm still firm

around her shoulders.

“Wolfsbane,” The healer’s hands hovered over Diana’s wound, her expression tightening, and she said grimly. “Strong. Enough to shut down most wolves’ healing entirely.””

Talon’s jaw clenched. “But it didn’t.”

“No,” the healer replied, wonder creeping into her voice. “It didn’t. I wonder if this is because she is wolfless.” She glanced up at him. “She is extraordinary. Her body is fighting the poison instead of yielding to it. Slowly, but relentlessly.”

‘She is strong, Fenrir bristled with pride. ‘She was made for me!

Talon looked down at Diana’s face-pale, bruised, lashes dark against her cheeks.

‘They are both strong,’ he said quietly that healer couldn’t hear. ‘But strength doesn’t mean she should have had to endure this alone.’

The healer began working quickly, applying herbs and poultices designed to counter the poison. Diana flinched faintly, a soft sound escaping her throat.

“I’m here,” “Talon’s grip tightened instinctively, and he murmured against her hair. “I’ve got you.”

A faint ripple brushed through the bond-weak, disoriented, but undeniably present.

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Fenrir froze. ‘She feels us.’

“Diana,” Talon felf It too, and he said softly. “Stay with me.”

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