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

<p>In a world where beauty opened doors and triumphed as the ultimate power card, Aiden had never stood a chance. He wasn't ugly. He didn't think so, at least. He just wasn't anything special. He was plain. Average. Another face that held nothing to be considered unique. Light brown eyes. Limp brown hair that was growing wavy on the top, and a face that seemed . . . sad?</p>

<p>As he held the eyes of the man in the mirror, it was the only word that came to mind. Sad and broken. Squeezing them shut, hating the fucking sight of them, he spun the facuets. The gurgle of water spliced through the silence he was drowning in with the ease of a samurai sword. He flinched, but dunked his hands beneath the cold jet, taking a moment to savour the way it slipped through his fingers. He splashed it against his face, handful after handful until a numbness bit at his cheeks and his teeth locked in a clench.</p>

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