Awakening The Silver Wolf

MIA POV 

I sat at the edge of the cliff, wiping tears from my eyes. But fresh tears kept replacing them. I couldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried to stop. 

My face was puffed up, my eyes were so swollen I could barely see through them, and my throat felt like sandpaper. My heart felt like there was a knife in it, twisting everything I breathed. 

We couldn't find Ravenna. Not even a single trace, not even a wisp of her smell. Nothing! 

It's like she vanished from existence, and she took a piece of me with her.

Even though Ravenna had found her mate and I knew mine was probably out there, she felt like the other piece of my soul. The other half of me. 

I grew up as an only child. My mother died during childbirth and my father refused to remarry. So I grew up alone, but back then I had Darius and Lucian, along with the pack. 

Darius and Lucian were fine but I never had that sliding connection with them. But then Ravenna came and I felt it all. I felt more than just siblings' connection with her. 

She understood me, didn't judge me, and always tried to be there for me despite her own problems. 

And now she is gone. We didn't know what they were doing to her at this moment. We didn't even know if she was alive.

A fresh wave of tears burst through me, and I let through. 

Lucian had tried everything he could to try and locate her but nothing. We've found nothing!

And Darius… Darius was gone, lost to his darkness. I couldn't blame him. They were mates. If I was feeling this much pain I could only imagine what he was feeling.

But that wasn't an excuse for him to just shut down the rest of us. 

He had remained in his wolf form for this past week. I had no idea where he went every time but when he came back he was always covered in blood. His or someone's else, I couldn't tell. 

If he continued like this he was going to lose himself to his wolf. His humanity will be consumed entirely by his animal instincts. He wouldn't be able to shift back and be stuck in his wolf form. 

No one should have to live like that, but there was nothing we could do for Darius. We had tried to talk to him, to try and make him shift back but nothing was working. He would either growl or snap at us, then go ahead to do whatever he does every day, coming back soaked in blood. The villagers were becoming weary of him. 

Footsteps echoed behind me before someone sat beside me. I didn't need to turn my head to know who it was. 

We sat in silence, the only sounds coming from the birds, staring out at the landscape as the sun set, casting golden light behind the trees. I sniffed as I wiped the last of my tears, and helpfully, new ones didn't fall… yet.

"Do you think she's okay?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

It took a while before Dalian answered. "I don't know," he replied softly. "Nothing good ever comes out when they're taken. They're been used as… as… " He couldn't complete the word and I wouldn't have been able to hear it. 

I know what they used the women for, what they turned them into. The thought alone was enough to make my insides turn and fresh tears fall from my eyes. 

Was that what they were doing to Ravenna? Was that what she was going through? 

A sob burst out of me, sharp and ugly. I pressed the heel of my palms into my eyes as if it would stop the tears from falling. It didn't. 

Warm arms came around me and held me to his chest. I turned so I could throw my hands around his neck and hold him tight as well. 

Dalian was also going through this pain. He had only just met his sister just to lose her too soon. 

His hands went up and down my back in a soothing motion, and he muttered things I couldn't hear from my tears.

When my tears had finally subdued, I pulled away slightly to look up at his face. 

He looked worse for wear. 

His eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, with purple-like bruises under them. They looked hollow. His cheeks were wet with his tears. 

I untied my hands from his neck to wipe his face gently, tracing his sharp cheeks and full lips. God, he looked so much like Ravenna.

Dalian's eyes fell to my lips and lingered before they went back to my eyes. I didn't think, I just slammed my lips on his. Dalian wasted no time to kiss me back. 

I pulled away from Dalian just long enough to look into his eyes. They were clouded with the same sorrow that gripped me, but there was something else there, something darker. 

Without thinking, I kissed him again, harder this time, desperate to drown out the pain that clung to my every thought.

His hands moved quickly, almost violently, as if he, too, was trying to escape. The world around us blurred as his lips traced my neck, his breath hot against my skin. 

I didn't want to feel the emptiness anymore, not the ache for Ravenna or the weight of Darius's grief. I needed to forget. And Dalian needed the same. 

I tore at his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, pulling him closer, until there was no space between us. 

The kiss deepened, frantic, raw—each movement was a desperate search for something to hold onto. I wanted him, needed him, and I could feel that same hunger in him too.

His hands were everywhere, rough, urgent, pulling at my clothes. I didn't stop him. I didn't care about the consequences. 

We were both broken, both consumed by loss and for the first time in days, there was a fleeting sense of release.

When our bodies finally came together, it was messy and unrestrained. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the heat between us. There were no gentle touches, no tenderness. Just the need to feel alive.

Dalian thrusted into me with roughness, his lips kissing me even more wild. I held onto his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin as my climax shot through me. 

"Fuck!" Dalian growled as he followed me off the edge, his chest rising and falling heavily. 

Afterward, we lay there on the ground, tangled together in silence. 

My chest pressed against his, and I could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, against mine. But even in the quiet, I knew this was just a moment. A brief escape. 

Nothing more.

***

I stood in Darius' path, blocking the way he took when he went to wherever the hell is it he went to every day. 

He tried to walk through me but I spread out my hands, blocking every way. He growled at me, his mismatched eyes shining with a warning.

He could easily get past me, he towered over me after all. But then he would leave me injured. Even though he was in his wolf form I know he wouldn't do it. 

"Now listen to me, you selfish, pig-headed bastard," I gritted, my eyes burning into his. "You're going to shift back today. Do you hear me? You're useless to us like this, and you're selfish. You're doing this to drown out your pain, but what about facing that pain and helping us look for Ravenna, huh? Do you even love her?"

Darius growled, more sharper than before. I knew what he wanted to say.

"No." I shook my head. "No, you don't love her. If you did you would be standing in front of me in your human form and trying to save your mate! We're all feeling her loss, Darius. But we're facing ours, while you ignore yours. Once again you're thinking about yourself, and not about Ravenna. You don't love her like you–"

Before I could blink Darius had shifted and had his hands around my neck. He squeezed it hard but I didn't feel anything and just stared into his crazed eyes. 

"Question my love for her again, Mia," he growled, his voice husky, "and I would snap your neck." 

I held his eyes for a moment before I turned my head. He relaxed me, and I coughed slightly before I walked to the side and picked up the clothes I brought with me, threw them at him, and left without a word. 

Dalian stopped me in my tracks. His eyes were wide as he looked from me to Darius.

"We found her." 

My knees nearly gave out.

"W-what?" I stammered. 

"We found her," he repeated, looking at Darius who was suddenly at my side. "The pack who took her, she's in their territory, but none of us can enter. The border is warded."

I looked over at Darius to see him staring out into the distance, his eyes vacant, his jaw clenched. Finally, he said, "We're going to get my mate." 

Hell. Yeah.