Silvia 's POV
His eyes bore into my soul, burning themselves into my heart as I recounted the horrors that led me to this moment. I still didn't fully understand how I had arrived here or what had transpired, but the image of that severed head haunted me—the lifeless eyes staring straight into mine.
Processing it all felt impossible. So much was happening at once, and a foreboding sense settled in my chest, whispering that I wouldn't find peace for a long time.
He reached out, cupping my cheek with his rough hand. Leaning into him, a single tear escaped down my face, and he gently wiped it away, his touch both tender and careful—as if I were fragile and could shatter at any moment.
"Look at me," he commanded softly. His voice, though gentle, carried an undeniable authority. There was a change in him, an air of strength that I hadn't noticed before. I inhaled deeply, my gaze locking onto his dark, stormy eyes—blue melting into gray, a beautiful abyss that felt like it could swallow me whole. In that moment, I sensed he knew everything, even the secrets I kept buried deep within.
"I don't know how you became a wolf," he continued, his expression turning serious. "And I don't know what they were looking for. But know this: I will always be here for you. No amount of time apart can erase my love for you."
Why would he say that now? After everything? My heart raced, confusion and shock coursing through my veins at his unexpected declaration. His eyes darkened, and suddenly he jumped back, as if my very presence had burned him. The weight of his words hung in the air like a forgotten promise, and I felt a part of me shatter.
"What do you know about your parents? Were they wolves?" His expression shifted, revealing a hint of urgency. "You don't smell like one, but you also don't carry the scent of a human anymore."
How was I supposed to answer that? My parents had abandoned me at the orphanage, leaving me with nothing but a name in a basket. The matron claimed that was all she knew, but deep down, I suspected she had fabricated details to keep me broken.
"I don't know," I replied, frustration souring my mood as the memories of my abandonment resurfaced.
"There might be something left behind. Did they leave anything?" he pressed.
"I don't know!" I snapped, recalling how I had searched everywhere for a connection to my past. I had found nothing, just the emptiness of my fate.
"She could have lied to keep you shattered. It was something she reveled in," he said, echoing the thoughts I had wrestled with for years.
I couldn't deny it. Before my escape, I had turned the orphanage upside down looking for traces of my life, only to come up empty-handed. I had accepted my bad luck as fate.
"We'll talk later. Logan and Piper are here. They'll teach you everything about being a wolf," he said.
"Wait, how do you know?" I questioned, my heart racing again.
*Knock knock.*
His brow raised in amusement.
"Mind link," he replied as if he'd read my thoughts.
"They'll explain everything. I have a kingdom to attend to."
What? I thought he was joking. But as the door swung open, revealing Logan and Piper, I realized he was serious. I had never been to his place before—only our secret spots where we shared laughter and adventures.
Piper rushed to my side, her concern evident. "Are you okay?"
"Alpha, Snow," Logan greeted, and I blinked in confusion. *Alpha? What kind of supernatural soap opera have I stumbled into?*
Xavier nodded solemnly, glancing at the two before stepping out with Logan. They had their "kingdom matters" to discuss, leaving me alone with Piper.
"What have you been through?" she asked, her eyes welling with tears. "What you shared felt like just the surface. Don't worry; I'll take care of you. Just stay with me." She hugged me tightly, and I felt the warmth of her kindness wrap around me.
"I will," I promised, though uncertainty gnawed at me. "But I still need to return to my world. I don't know if I can right now."
Piper pushed me gently away, her expression serious. "I wanted to tell you everything, but I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me and my brother again. Besides, you didn't believe Xavier when he tried to explain."
A laugh escaped me, remembering how I had dismissed him. "So you're all wolves, and I'm one of you? How come I didn't know before?"
"I don't know, but I'm so happy my friend is a wolf too! We can do so much together! I'll teach you everything!" Piper exclaimed, her excitement contagious.
Logan returned, a grin stretching across his face. The two exchanged glances, their smiles so wide I felt like I had walked onto a horror film set.
"Snow, do you want to know the best thing about being a wolf?" Logan asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
And just like that, I found myself standing in front of a training ground—a chaotic arena where men fought fiercely, their muscles glistening with sweat. My breath caught as I watched one particular fighter, his body moving with a fluid grace that made him appear almost otherworldly.
His skin was tanned, the sun highlighting every defined muscle as he danced effortlessly around his opponent. His hair was pulled into a man bun, enhancing his striking features, and I couldn't help but feel captivated.
"Aren't they all beautiful?" Piper sighed, breaking my trance.
"I know, right? So hot!"
I rolled my eyes at their enthusiasm, even as I felt my own cheeks warm. This, apparently, was the "best thing" about being a wolf.
"Aren't you supposed to be teaching me? Not drooling over half-naked guys?" I quipped.
"You'll learn later," Piper teased, her eyes glued to a handsome warrior who winked at her.
"Even after seeing them every day, I can't get used to this level of beauty," Logan sighed beside me.
"You do realize your brother is one of them?" I shot back, and immediately Piper's expression contorted in disgust.
"Ew! Let's go train!" she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Why would you even say that? Ugh!"
"He ain't my brother," Logan replied with a smirk, and I couldn't help but laugh as I pulled them both toward a more secluded part of the training ground.
"Why are we out here? I thought I was learning about being a wolf, not training for war," I said, genuinely confused.
"Forget everything TV taught you about being a wolf, Snow. It's garbage," Logan said, a serious glint in his eyes.
"Why?"
"Because you need to understand where you are first," he replied, the gravity of his words sinking in.