Mute from birth, Aiden Monroe, a young hybrid, had learnt from a young age just how cruel the world could be.

Yet, as means to pay off an old debt, Aiden finds himself trapped in wolf territory. With the Alpha of the Blackwater pack still deciding his fate, he places Aiden's wellbeing in the hands of his emotionally distant nephew, Lincoln Briar. 

At first, Aiden finds himself thinking that Link was just a cold hearted beast, a monster that spoke with such venom that even snakes would bow their head in respect. Yet, the more time that they were forced to spend together, the more Aiden began to realize that there was a tenderness to the beast, a gentleness, though subtle, that he had almost overlooked.

But when the outside threat that had been hanging over the Blackwater pack crept closer, Aiden, with his own life potentially in danger, finds himself thinking that perhaps a beast is only a beast after all.

And his silence, for as loud as it could sometimes be, would never be enough to tame such a beast. Right?

Silence and the Beast

/"If you have any problems,/" Link said darkly, his eyes cold and his face painfully bare, /"Any at all, then be sure not to bother me./" With that, the blond spun on his heels, turning back towards the threshold of the bedroom door that Aiden had been assigned. He paused, hand on the handle, and glanced back over his shoulder. /"Seriously, don't bother me./"

The door slammed shut behind him. The echoing thud seemed to live in Aiden's ears long after the figure had retreated. And just like that, he was alone.

He was alone, and for the first time in a long time, he wanted to scream; he did scream.

As the web of privacy embraced him, what thin shred of pride still tethered him dissolved beneath the roaring gush of his lungs; his mouth cranked open so wide his jaw cracked, and all his pain, all his anger and hurt, they came hurtling out. The soundless bellow racked through him. It tore through his chest like a meat grinder, mincing up his insides.

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