Chapter 88

Silver’s POV

My brother came to me in a vision and told me that it was time for me to go with him. But how did he get into my head like this? Was it some kind of twin thing?

The thought of it made me sick; was he able to do this before? If so, why hadn’t he reached out to me sooner? Elliot left to grab me a glass of water; he tucked me into bed for the night so I could rest. Despite the pain dispersing, I still had a slight headache, and I was lightheaded. Everything happened so quickly, and I feared for the fate of my mate.

When he returned, I released the breath I hadn’t known I was holding. He helped me take a steady sip of the water and I sighed as I felt it going down my throat. He kissed the top of my head and held me in his arms the entire night. He was kind enough to not ask me any questions while I rested.

At some point, I fell asleep and when I woke up, I felt Elliot's soft lips on my cheek. I sighed contently at the feeling of him close to me and when I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling at me.

“Good morning,” he said sweetly as he nuzzled his nose against my face.

I smiled at him and sat up, looking around the room. The sun was desperately trying to peer through the window.

“What time is it?” I asked him.

“Almost 10. You slept for a while,” he told me. “Mariah is cooking breakfast as we speak, and I just got off the phone with my sister. She’s going to be coming over soon.”

I nodded and bit my lip.

“I’m going to have to tell her everything, aren’t I?” I asked.

“Only tell her what you are comfortable with. But if we want to defeat Scott, we are going to need her help. She might be able to see something that we can’t.”

“I understand,” I told him as I slid out of bed.

He kissed me lovingly as he helped me to my feet.

“When will she be here?” I asked.

“Soon,” he answered. “I’ll head downstairs. Come down when you are ready.”

“Okay,” I said, kissing him one last time before he left the room.

Sighing, I went over to the closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a crop top, along with some undergarments, before retreating into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed how worn out I looked. I crinkled my nose as I stared at my lifeless bedhead and dark circles under my eyes. It looked as if I hadn’t slept in a long time.

I turned on the water faucet and splashed some lukewarm water on my face, trying to wake myself up a little more. Then I ran a brush through my knotted hair before pulling it back; I left it half up and half down.

I stripped off my clothes and I gasped when I saw the hickeys around my cleavage and the fresh mark on my neck. I was completely branded and marked as Elliots. My cheeks grew pink as I stared at the markings on my flesh and then a smile tipped the corner of my lips.

I quickly dressed, slipped on some comfortable flats, and then left the bedroom to go into the kitchen. I heard some light chatter as I neared the kitchen, and I immediately recognized the sound of Mariah’s voice. She was speaking to a couple of different people, but I couldn’t make out the other voices.

As I stepped into the kitchen, I completely froze when I saw who was there.

“Rebecca?” I asked. “Emma?”

They both looked at me and smiled. I hadn’t seen Emma since I told her not to take that drug in the hospital. It felt like ages ago. I can’t even remember the last time I saw Rebecca, but I immediately felt guilty for not reaching out to her sooner and updating her on what was going on.

As quickly as she smiled, she soon frowned and put her hands on her hips.

“Why am I hearing that my best friend got kidnapped and her memory was wiped from someone other than my best friend?” Rebecca asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

I bit my lip and rushed towards her.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, grabbing a hold of her arms. “I never meant to keep something like this from you. It all happened so fast, and I just got my memories back yesterday. Please, don’t be mad at me.”

“Are you kidding me?” She asked, her eyes wide. “I was worried about you.”

She wrapped me in her arms and hugged me closely.

“Can you maybe stop giving me a panic attack?”

I chuckled as tears filled my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try my best,” I assured her.

She pulled away from me and stared at me at arm’s length.

“Are you unharmed?” She asked.

“As far as I know,” I told her.

I looked at Emma and saw her watching us with a faint smile on her lips. I pulled away from Rebecca so I could hug Emma.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“I could be a lot worse,” she told me, shrugging. “Thanks to you, I wasn’t harmed like the others.”

She fell silent as she stared at the ground.

“How is everyone else at the hospital?” I asked.

“We lost some she-wolves,” she told me, and my heart landed directly in my stomach.

“Oh, Goddess,” I whispered.

She nodded.

“Their wolves weren’t strong enough to overcome the wolfsbane,” she explained. “But most everyone else is recovering. Some are in critical conditions, but the doctors are optimistic that they will make a full recovery.”

I nodded, relieved to hear that.

“How are Alison and Cara?” I asked. I knew the two girls were in critical condition from the beginning. Alison was in a coma after being attacked by a rogue and Cara had to have surgery because of her extensive injuries after protecting Alison.

“They are both awake and doing well,” Emma surprised me by saying. “They have no idea about what happened though. I didn’t tell them, and I figured it would be better to not tell them while they are recovering.”

I nodded in agreement.

“You are right. It’s better if they didn’t know right now. I’m just glad they are okay and I’m glad you’re okay,” I told her, putting my hand on her shoulder.

She beamed at me.

“Thanks to you,” she said, nudging me.

“Girls, breakfast is ready, “Mariah said, motioning for the plates she put on the counter.

The scent of food filled my nose, and my mouth watered; I couldn’t remember the last time I had a real meal. It couldn’t have been that long ago. My stomach was growling angrily and I knew if I didn’t get food in me soon, I was going to lose my mind.

Thankfully, Rebecca and Emma seemed to be feeling the same way because they were rushing towards the counter with hungry eyes. I chuckled at my friends and sat with them at the counter.

“So, what’s been going on with you, Rebecca?” I asked her. “It feels like we haven’t spoken in a while.”

“Well, you’ve been so busy doing your Luna duties you barely check in with me,” she said, batting her lashes. “I’ve been fine. Your father is still being a dick.”

“Are you ever going to quit being his assistant?” I asked her. She’s been my father’s assistant for years and he always treated her so badly. I felt bad and I wished there was something I could do.

She shrugged.

“it’s good money,” she told me as she took a bite of her bacon.

“Money isn’t everything,” I reminded her.

“Says the girl with a rich husband,” she teased.

I rolled my eyes at her and started to eat my own food.

“Oh, I should tell you, Stella is at it again with her antics,” she muttered.

I raised my brows and looked at her.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s claiming you plagiarized her paintings. I know you’ve been kind of awol lately, so you haven’t seen the headlines. But she’s made it this big scandal. Everyone is saying you are stealing her work and slapping your name on it.”

My mouth dropped from her words.

“Excuse me?” I gasped. “I did not steal anyone’s work. If anyone is the thief, it’s her!”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” she said, shrugging.

“Who is Stella?” Emma asked.

I forgot that Emma and I don’t talk that often because she’s a new friend. She doesn’t really know much about me or my family.

“My sister,” I muttered. “She’s always up to something.”

“Stella Stormwind?” She asked, her brows raised.

I nodded. I wasn’t surprised that Emma heard of my sister; she was very well-known around these packs.

“Are you saying her paintings are actually yours?” She asked, surprised.

“Some of them,” I admitted. “She’s always been known for her tricks. I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“Your husband is the strongest Alpha in the world. You have all the power. Use it,” Emma reminded me.

Rebecca nodded.

“I like her. She’s quiet but direct,” Rebecca praised, making Emma beam. “I also agree with her. Use the power that your husband gives you. Take back your art.”

I thought about it as I continued eating; Mariah was silently observing our conversation and nodding along with whatever was being said.

A voice in the hallway brought me out of my thoughts and I recognized it as Charlotte. She was talking to Elliot who was trailing behind her.

Not before long, the door of the kitchen swung open, and Charlotte walked in with her hands on her hips.

“I know what your brother is planning, and I know how to stop it.”