Rise of the Warrior Queen (Kaia and Silver) novel Chapter 35

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SILVER’S POV

The moment the doors opened, cold wind rushed in, carrying the awful stench of blood, smoke, and death.

Dax, Kaia, and the rest held the door just wide enough for me to slip through. I caught Kaia’s eyes just once- she didn’t say a word, but she didn’t need to.

Her eyes said it all: Bring him back.

I nodded and without looking back, stepped into the madness.

Behind me, I heard the doors shut again. I was alone now.

The yard was quiet–but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that made your skin crawl, the kind

that comes before something terrible.

And then I saw him.

The boy.

Still under the broken car, curled up and barely moving. His leg was soaked in blood, and he was shaking

from head to toe.

Hang on, I told him in my head. I’m almost there.

But I wasn’t alone out here.

The first growl came from my left.

I turned fast. Three wolves stepped out from the shadows. Their eyes glowed dangerously, and their fur was

matted with blood. These weren’t normal wolves. They were possessed. They weren’t in control.

As soon as they saw me, they attacked.

This would have been a good time for my treacherous wolf to crawl out of wherever the hell it was hiding–if !

even had one to begin with.

“Asshole,” I muttered in my head, hoping he could hear me, whatever the hell his name was.

Turning to the wolves approaching me, I grabbed a broken metal pipe lying on the ground–just in time.

The first wolf jumped, and I swung hard.

It yelped as the pipe cracked against its head. It fell and didn’t get up.

The second came fast, aiming for my leg. I kicked it in the jaw, then swung again, this time hitting its side

with a loud snap, causing it to collapse.

The third was bigger, faster. It lunged straight at my chest.

I dropped low, rolled under it, and stabbed the sharp end of the pipe into its side as it passed. It landed hard, gave one last growl, then went still.

I was breathing hard already, but I kept moving.

The boy was still out there. Still bleeding.

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I ran, my shoes slipping in the wet mud, and my heart pounding.

I was almost there when I heard new footsteps behind me.

I turned to see a couple of pack members stumbling out from the trees. But their eyes glowed like the

wolves‘. Their movements were stiff, like they were being controlled by something inside them.

I recognized one of them, even though I didn’t know her name. I’d seen her around the training grounds the

first time I was there.

Now she was holding a sharp wooden stick, and her face was blank–except for the deadly glow in her eyes.

I was torn.

I couldn’t kill them.

They were still people from this pack. Harming them wasn’t an option, no matter what.

“Don’t do this,” I said softly, more to myself than to them. “This isn’t you.”

But they didn’t stop.

They came at me all at once.

I dodged the first man, twisted behind him, and hit the back of his head with the pipe–not too hard, just enough to knock him out. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

The girl–whose name I still didn’t know–swung at me. I ducked and swept her legs out from under her. She hit the mud with a thud, and I quickly used a piece of rope I found lying on the ground to tie her hands.

Another man came with a knife. I blocked it with the pipe, then slammed the end into his stomach. He doubled over. I hit him again across the back, and he dropped.

That left two.

One punched me hard in the face. I stumbled back.

He tackled me, and we crashed to the ground.

I couldn’t let go of the pipe. I needed it.

I gritted my teeth and elbowed him in the jaw. Then I rolled on top and brought my head down hard against his, completely knocking him out cold.

The last one hesitated. For a second, it was like something in him was fighting the possession. His hand trembled. His lips moved, like he was trying to speak.

But then the glow in his eyes flared, and he rushed at me.

I didn’t have time to think.

I grabbed a fallen tree branch and swung hard, and he dropped to the ground, unmoving.

I stood there for a second, panting. My ribs ached, and my face stung from the hit.

But I didn’t get bitten, which was good news.

Without any more hesitation, ran to the car, dropped to my knees, and reached under.

“Hey, buddy,” I said, keeping my voice gentle. “It’s okay, little man. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

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The boy looked at me with wide, terrified eyes, tears pouring heavily down his face.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

“It’s okay,” I said again. “I’m going to get you out. Okay?”

He stared at me in silence for a moment, then nodded slowly.

I reached under the car. “Give me your hand, buddy. It’s okay.”

He hesitated for a moment before slowly taking my hand, and I carefully pulled him out. He whimpered in

pain but didn’t fight me.

I wrapped my arms around him, lifting him as gently as I could.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “Now I’m going to need you to hold tight, okay? Don’t let go, no matter what happens.”

This time, he nodded immediately. I tightened my hold on him to make sure I wouldn’t drop him. Then I turned

and ran.

More growls echoed behind me.

More shadows moved in the trees.

But I didn’t look back.

The boy’s head rested on my shoulder. His breathing was shallow, and his blood was soaking into my shirt.

I held him tighter, running as fast as I could.

And still, Alpha Gareth’s voice echoed in my head even in the middle of this chaos;

“He’s not Dominic.”

“He’ll never be your son.”

Who was he talking about?

Who was Dominic?

I thought Kaia said Dr. Grayson didn’t have children?

But from what the Alpha said…

I shook my head and forced the thoughts away.

Not now.

I had a child to protect. I couldn’t risk any form of distraction right now. I needed to focus.

The pack house came into view, and the doors opened immediately.

Kaia and Dax were there, shouting my name.

I ran faster.

My legs burned, and my lungs félt like fire.

But I didn’t stop.

As soon as I reached the door, Kaia grabbed the boy from my arms. She cradled him close, shouting orders

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for blankets, bandages–anything.

The doors slammed shut again behind me, and I finally let out a breath of relief.

We made it.

The boy was safe.

I had kept my promise. And goddess did it feel good to be able to do something right.

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