The Silver Wolf (Diana and Talon) novel Chapter 46

Chapter Forty-Six

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“Who are you? And why are you inside my house?”

The sharp, steady voice cut through the cabin like a blade.

Damon stiffened. He had been so focused on the scent lingering in the air-the intoxicating, powerful scent of the female wolf his rogues had described that he had failed to notice someone entering.

That had never happened before.

He was always aware and alert.

And with Cerberus inside him, his instincts were sharper than most.

Yet somehow… she had walked in without him sensing her approach.

“I asked you again,” the woman said, her tone colder now, “who are you? And why are you inside my house?”

Her house?

Damon slowly turned around.

And the world shifted.

She stood a few feet away, framed by the soft light filtering through the cabin window. Silver hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Eyes forest green, sharp, intélligent-dangerous. There was strength in the way she held herself. No fear. No trembling. Only control.

And her scent… Wild. Crisp. Silver beneath the warmth. It wrapped around him like smoke and lightning at

the same time.

Cerberus went utterly still inside him.

It’s her.

Damon swallowed.

She was the female my rogues fought, he realized. The one who had battled fifteen rogues in human form. The one who killed five without shifting.

“Don’t you know how to speak?” She snapped when he remained silent. “Are you deaf?”

Her brows furrowed in irritation, but there was a flicker of assessment in her gaze. She was studying him just as closely.

“No,” Damon said quickly, forcing his voice steady. “I’m sorry. I was lost. I’m new here and wanted to ask for help so I could go back to the pack house. The door was open, so…”

He let the We roll smoothly off his tongue.

He only hoped the Crimson Fang Pack accepted strays waiting for formal approval. He had masked his scent carefully before entering their territory. To them, he would smell like an unmated, unclaimed wolf-

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no pack ties. No rogue scent.

“You’re one of the new incoming pack members waiting for the Alpha to accept you?” Diana tilted her head slightly, and she asked slowly. “Is that why you don’t have a pack scent?”

‘She’s sharp, Cerberus murmured approvingly.

“Yes,” Damon replied without hesitation, and he watched her carefully. “My name is Darnon, by the way.”

“I’m Diana,” she said. “And this is my house.”

There was a faint bruise near her collarbone. A subtle stiffness in the way she shifted her weight.

Damon’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

“I think because of the rogue attack, they forgot to lock it when they brought me to the pack hospital,” she added, glancing around as if confirming her assumption.

Hospital.

Attack.

“You were attacked?” Damon asked, carefully threading concern into his voice. “When?”

Her eyes flicked back to him. “Were you not at the pack house earlier? The Alpha King informed everyone about the attack.”

Alpha King.

“No,” Damon kept his expression neutral, he said evenly. “I didn’t know the Alpha King was here.”

Diana’s lips pressed together.

“Yeah. Well. He announced the attack. And the traitors behind it.” Her voice dimmed slightly at the last

word.

Traitors?

Cerberus growled low inside him, and Damon’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

“Are we safe?” he asked instead.

It was partly a test, and partly genuine curiosity.

Diana studied him for a moment, then she smiled.

The smile did something strange to his chest.

“You have nothing to worry about,” she said lightly. “My mate made sure we’re safe here. And the traitor

only wanted me dead. I’m leaving tomorrow with my mate, so everyone should be safe now.”

She tried to sound casual. Almost teasing, but Damon did not laugh.

He did not relax.

He felt something cold coil around his ribs.

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“You’re leaving?” he asked, the words slipping out sharper than he intended. “Leaving the pack? Tomorrow?

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Diana raised an eyebrow at his intensity. “Yes, my mate wants me safe inside his own pack. As if I can’t protect myself.”

There was defiance in her tone. Pride.

‘Your mate?’ Cerberus growled darkly.

Damon forced himself to ask, though he already knew the answer. “Your mate?”

“Yes,” Diana’s expression softened, she said and there was no hesitation. No doubt. “Talon is my mate.”

The name hit Damon like a physical blow.

Alpha King Talon Ravenwood.

Cerberus snarled violently inside him. ‘No.’

Damon kept his face carefully composed, but inside, something fractured.

‘So it’s true, Cerberus said darkly. ‘The female who fought our rogues. The one with that power. That scent.

Damon’s gaze lingered on her again.

The strength beneath her calm.

The controlled dominance in her stance.

The way her presence filled the small cabin.

And something else.

Something ancient.

“You don’t look happy about that,” Diana observed suddenly, studying his face.

Damon blinked. “About what?”

“About me leaving,” she replied.

He realized too late that his expression had shifted.

“I just…” He chose his words carefully. “You seem important to this pack. They might need you.”

Her eyes darkened slightly. “They’ll be fine. At one time, maybe I was important, that is. But I am just a regular pack member.”

“But you killed five rogues,” Damon said quietly, watching her reaction.

Diana stiffened. “How do you know that?”

‘Careful.’

Damon gave a small shrug. “I heard some warriors talking outside earlier.”

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She relaxed slightly, though suspicion still lingered in her gaze. “Yes, I did.”

No pride.

No arrogance.

Just fact.

Cerberus was pacing inside Damon’s mind now. ‘She is powerful. Stronger than she looks. And she is mated to Talon.’

Damon stepped slightly closer, careful not to invade her space too aggressively. “You said the traitor wanted you dead. Why?”

Diana’s jaw tightened. “That’s not your concern.”

Fair, but it told him enough.

She is central to something bigger.

“You trust him?” Damon asked quietly.

She looked at him sharply. “Trust who?”

“Your mate.”

There it was again. That flicker, but it wasn’t doubt.

It was fire.

“With my life,” she said firmly.

Cerberus snarled, and Damon felt something unfamiliar crawl under his skin.

Jealousy.

Possessiveness.

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