Elara Driscoll

Erin was born into poverty, a "border dweller" at the very bottom of Wolf City. Orphaned at a young age, she made a living by working as a servant for the wealthy, pretending to be mute.

No one knew she actually possessed the rare "Silver Tongue Bloodline"—her voice could awaken the spiritual core of a dying Alpha. For this reason, she had been told from childhood never to "speak."

One day, she was forced to sign a "lifetime care agreement" and sent to the snowy plains of the Northern Realm to look after Prince Sear Umbra, an Alpha who had been paralyzed by war wounds.

Silent howl

Cyr looked up slowly from Eileen’s bedside.


Captain Varek stood at the door, pale beneath his scars. “He brought an entire audit team. Armed.”


Cyr’s jaw clenched. “Of course he did.”


“She needs rest,” the medic whispered, checking the pale girl’s pulse. “That whisper spell… tore half her vocal lining.”


Cyr stroked a stray lock of hair from Eileen’s temple. “She spoke. To protect me.”


Cyr’s silver eyes sharpened. “Now I protect *her*.”


The main hall echoed with bootsteps and cold authority.


Governor Thorn dismounted in black armor, flanked by his personal inquisitors.


“Prince Cyr,” he said, bowing only slightly. “We’re here to ensure the northern territories are not… compromised.”


Cyr, in his wheeled throne, greeted them without rising. “Compromised how, Governor?”


Thorn offered a cold smile. “There are whispers, sire. That your mind—once brilliant—is now… unstable.”


Chapter 11 – Silver Verse Trial