Page 44 of The Silver Pact
“It's forever, Silver.”
She peers up at me. “But Brandy-”
“Is a self-serving whore and is already packed and heading back to whatever hole the fuck she crawled out of. But you and I, we’re meant to be pack, and pack don’t abandon each other.”
She sniffles, and then starts to cry, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around herself. I push the door open, stalk inside, and pull her onto my lap.
“Hush now, Silver. We don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want. We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do. I just want to make you happy. We’ll keep you safe. You never, ever have to go back to that dark place again.”
Slowly, inch by inch, she unfurls and wraps herself around me. I stroke her back as the pack files in. Ross and West get in on the sides of us and cuddle close, but Ian takes one look and closes his eyes.
“You’re safe. Thank you,” he murmurs.
I stand up, feeling the need rolling off our alpha, and Ian hugs us, burying his face in her hair.
“I thought I lost you again.”
I’ve never heard him so choked up, not even when Brandy rejected us…wait.
I inhale.
“Is that possible?” I muse out-loud.
“What?” Weston asks grumpily.
“Our scent match changed,” Ross whispers. “Silver’s our scent match now.”
“It's been changing for years,” Ian murmurs. He’s not surprised, but he’s much more observant than the rest of us.
“All right. So, I know this is a bit much, but there are some people who’d love to talk to you, who want to set things right. If you’re able. But you don’t have to if you don’t want,” Ian says to Silver. “If you tell me to send them away, I’ll force them to go.”
She lifts her head and nods. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never!” Ross says.
Ian goes to the door and waves.
A red-eyed Onyx is followed by the Raptore omega, Missy. Her gold and green eyes are fierce as she brushes back her ginger hair. Scarlet Waring, Pack Knight’s alpha, comes with her commanding presence, her eyes softening upon seeing Silver.
Pack Montford’s omega, Hazel, with her brown hair in a ponytail, her eyes shadowed in pain from her own experiences, rushes to Silver and squeezes her hand. And finally, I recognise Kandi and Jade from Pack Mortenson. They are good friends of Silver’s; I believe. Angel, Falcon, Sven, and Adrian stand just outside, unobtrusively, against the wall, listening and ready to take notes on who we are about to destroy.
“We need to have a little talk. Omega to omega,” Missy says with a deadly gleam in her eye. “I promise you, Silver, we’re going to make everything right. All you need to do is tell us the names.”
We sit around as best we can; the omegas listening intently as Silver tells her story.
And it’s a story I hope she never has to tell again.
eighteen
Ross
Three months ago
The day of Grayson’s Party
Silver
I’m exhausted, and I don’t have energy. I keep moving one foot after the other until I get to the Mansion of the address I have memorized. It’s so pretty, just like I always dreamed.