Sterling Silver

Sterling Silver

By Tracey K.

Copyright 2024

Hi Readers,

Just a note to let you all know that there are explicit sex scenes in this story along with adult language. If these things offend you, I suggest you do not go any further for the rest of you enjoy and leave comments I would like to know what you think. Happy Reading!

~Prologue~

Hands of steel held her tight, pressing into her flesh. “Stop it, you’re hurting me! Why, why are you doing this?” “Destiny, you will be mine whether you like it or not!” “You fucking bastard! He was my true mate and you killed him! I hate you! I’ll never be yours!” His closed fist connected with her jaw knocking her out. “Clean her up, take care of her and make her presentable I will return for her.” “Yes, Alpha.” Grandmother Louise sobbed as Destiny’s Uncle Drew picked her up. The body of Cal Benton, her true mate, was reclaimed by his father. Feeling defeated, their children defiled by the one responsible for their protection, made the tasks at hand more difficult. Drew gently laid Destiny on the couch in his house while Aunt Melanie went to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet. Grandma Louise scurried to the kitchen, soaking a cloth with hot water from the tap cleaning Destiny’s wounds. While tending to her, she started coming round, arms flailing, “Stop-no, don’t touch me!” Her eyes sprung open, seeing Aunt Melanie’s face and broke into tears sobbing “Why did he do it?” “I cannot see into his black heart, but he has set his eyes on you and aims to have you any way he pleases. Leave now, take nothing but your go bag and shift. ”Love you all, including you, Mr. and Mrs. Benton.” “Go child while he is in the packhouse.” Pitching forward out the backdoor naked, she shifted into her wolf form, Livia, grabbing her bag as she ran. Reaching the edge of the pack lands her escape was halted by something biting her ankle and would not let go. Crying out in agony, Destiny turned to see a trap wrapped tightly around her ankle. The bolt was ripped out of the ground by the rate of speed she was traveling. The pain was beyond belief almost causing her to falter and give up. Where she got the fortitude to continue, she did not know but her wolf, Livia, was pissed and wanted revenge. She fought an internal battle with her wolf to do as her family said and run. Livia finally saw reason and put on more speed. Just as she leapt the border, a burning sensation erupted in her shoulder. Fighting the instinct to stop and see what it was she ignored the pain and traversed forward, zigzagging along the way the snow would leave tracks, she had to confuse her pursuers. The border she crossed was possibly the Antelope Plains Pack, but she didn’t know anymore.’ Run, Livia, run.” Growls could be heard in the distance, she could not rest, not yet, hours turned into one then two days. Losing track of her surroundings, Destiny pushed forward on and on, it was her only hope. In the distance the sound of water could be heard crashing over rocks. Using her enhanced wolf senses, she discovered it slaking her thirst the water cooled her burning throat easing the pain. Turning her head to the side, she could look at her shoulder. ‘An arrow, for Goddess sake, he had me shot, fucking prick.’ Taking no chances, she briefly soaked her ankle in the water and resumed the escape, ignoring the pain. Putting as much distance between herself and the Blue Moon Pack’s Alpha Randall was all that mattered. She pressed forward, one foot in front of the other, step by step; mile after mile. Directions were muddled, exhaustion was consuming her and she no longer could discern up from down or right from left. The snow felt cool on her feet, but it stabbed sharply into her bloody paws. Over the next ridge, salvation loomed, a village in the distance. Hopefully outsmarting the patrols wouldn’t take more than brushing up against the pine trees to mask her scent waiting upwind of the guards was key. Destiny made her move when they were three hundred yards away, creeping down the ridge to the cabin on the outskirts of the village. This was it, one more step was one too many. Whimpering, she collapsed, falling unconscious to the ground.