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I Breathed Silver So She Could Live

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 844    |    Released on: Today at 15:01

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ant thing, of no con

ilver is a poison to our kind-a slow acid that burns the skin and putrefies the org

to afford a Heale

ed our hovel in the muddy outskirts of the village. A Beta, a man built like a bul

fade; it was severed. It was a clean, brutal amputation of the min

me as the guard raised a silver

forehead pressed to the dirt before them. "I will g

f copper coins, trading

r, but the old prophecies were whispered in fearful tones-that a White Wolf

sing off Vanya-a foundling they had mistakenly raised-as the

ransformation. To perpetuate their lie and safeguard Vanya's standing, the

ept her alive through those years of monthly doses. The very heritage they

the fluid that escaped her lips was thick with the stench of rust and decay, clinging to her chin. Suppressing the Shif

last words a plea for the adoptive

ater. I washed her body. When I removed the rags she wore, I sa

d Vanya a leather whip, its tails studded with silver dust. Vanya had used it on Snow in

ey had been privy to every lash, every cry of pain, and

ase this mummery. If you do not produce Snow at once, I wil

ow was hiding.

her. I had tried to smuggle Snow out through the castle's drainage culvert. A g

e tunnel wall, blood matting her hair, and begged him to let me

of dry clicks. The silver in my blood made my limbs feel as t

ing to a raw whisper. "She is waiting. For

stant-to the coffin. Something cold a

see," he s

lked toward the carriage, he paused. Without l

il. And

d and disappear

four ho

, trembling, already half-dead.

ise to get Snow

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I Breathed Silver So She Could Live
I Breathed Silver So She Could Live
“I labored in the lethal silver mines for three years, letting the toxic dust rot my lungs just to afford medicine for my sister, Snow. But on the seventh day after her death, our biological parents-Alpha Silas and Luna Elara-finally showed up. They hadn't come to mourn. They came to claim her cold corpse, intending to marry it off to a powerful Alpha in place of Vanya, the fake daughter they favored. To protect Vanya's status and hide Snow's ancient White Wolf bloodline, they had suppressed Snow's shifting, allowed Vanya to whip her with silver, and ultimately poisoned her. When I refused to hand over her cheap pine coffin, they ordered their warriors to force my face into the mud. "Burn her." Silas threw a torch onto Snow's pyre, desperate to destroy the evidence of her silver-scarred flesh and the fatal Wolfsbane in her veins. As the flames licked my sister's burial shift, my chest spasmed, coughing up the dark blood of my own impending death. I couldn't fathom how parents could be so monstrous to their own flesh and blood, sacrificing their true daughter just to maintain a political lie. But they didn't know I had already sent a blood-stained letter to the Lycan Tribunal. Just as the fire caught, the Chief Arbiter stepped out of the shadows, and I knew I would live just long enough to watch their empire burn.”