Page 46 of The Silver Pact
“I wrote you a song.”
“You wrote me a song,” She repeats back.
“Sing with me.”
She shakes her head, but I know she will. She stands up and moves towards me like she can’t help it. When our voices raise, it’s a perfect blending.
The song is about second chances, missed opportunities, and love lost and found again. Our friends fall silent, as I expected they would. I will show the world this exceptional omega. I will show them how talented and beautiful she is. And always, I will show everyone she is mine.
“Wow,” Onyx murmurs. “I didn’t know you could sing.”
Silver shrugs. “I don’t normally.”
“You’re superb,” Hazel says.
Silver blushes, but she sits straighter.
“Okay, you all need to leave,” Weston says loudly.
“West!” Ian hisses.
“No, I shared her enough. They need to go. I need my omega.”
Silver laughs, and it’s so beautiful that, again, the room pauses.
“I haven’t heard her laugh like that since we were kids,” Onyx murmurs. I’m not meant to hear it, but it makes my throat tighten, and it takes me a moment to clear it.
“Come on, let’s leave Pack Vore to your sister. I’ve got plans with Silas and whipped cream tonight,” Dylan teases.
I did not need to know that.
Onyx stumbles in her step. “Huh. Can I play?”
Dylan smiles. “Of course.”
Hazel drags Soren out with her, laughing and waving over her shoulder.
“It's nice,” Silver says with a soft smile.
“What’s nice? West? That wasn’t nice, he was being greedy,” Ian grumbles.
“No, having friends again. Having my sister back.”
Ian pauses, and then grips her chin and turns her face to his. “I would give you everything your heart desires, Silver, because I think you deserve it.”
“Ian,” she protests weakly.
“We all would,” I say and start strumming another tune. It’s a new song, and I can tell she is listening.
Weston and Quinton move to sit opposite her on the coffee table.
“What’s going on?” She asks nervously.
I start to sing. The song is about a woman with raven dark hair and a beautiful soul. Who stole our hearts and ran. It’s about finding her again and filling the hole she left behind.
West holds out a gift. It’s wrapped in shiny silver paper. She takes it and opens it while I play the same refrain over and over.
“It’s a key.” She looks up at them, confused.