Chapter 19: Silver
Chapter 19: Silver
Ivy's POV
The training ground buzzed with tension, the air thick with sweat and rivalry.
I had grown used to the undercurrents, the whispers, the stares, the unspoken threats.
But today, something was different.
Mira stepped into the sparring ring across from me, her lips curled in that same smug smile that never quite reached her eyes. She rolled her shoulders, blade in hand, and I caught a flicker of something in her gaze.
Malice.
“Ready, Ivy? I am your sparing partner today” she sneered.
I said nothing. Just nodded and braced myself.
The fight began in a blur of motion. She was fast, but I was faster now. Training with Lucien’s warriors had changed me. I moved like I had purpose, and I did, my survival, and my baby’s.
She lunged. I dodged. She spun, swung, our blades clashed, sending sparks flying.
And then, it happened....
Her blade dipped lower than necessary. It was deliberate and calculated. And it nicked the underside of my arm
At first, I thought it was just a regular hit. But the moment it sliced into my skin, fire spread like lightning through my veins.
Silver.
I stumbled back, eyes wide, clutching my arm. The pain was unbearable, like my blood was boiling under my skin.
I collapsed onto the dirt floor, gasping.
But I didn’t black out.
I was still aware, painfully so so, as I lay there, unmoving, my breath ragged.
And I saw them.
Dorian and Hadley. Lucien's personal warriors. They pushed past the gathering crowd, yelling at someone to move aside.
“Ivy!” Dorian dropped to his knees beside me, his voice tight.
“She’s been cut, it looks bad,” Hadley said. His eyes locked onto the blade Mira still held. “Is that silver, Mira?”
She shrugged, far too calm. “I have no idea. Must’ve been a mistake.”
A mistake. Right.
They lifted me carefully, one on each side, and carried me off the field as whispers rippled behind us.
“She is still conscious.”
“Something’s wrong with her.”
Inside the infirmary, the cool air hit me like a blessing. The medic was already waiting, gloves on.
They laid me on the table, and the doctor peeled back the blood. soaked sleeve. I winced, expecting to see the angry red welt of a silver wound.
But what we saw instead…
Was barely a scar.
The doctor blinked. “What the hell?”
I looked too. The skin was pink but mostly closed. The pain was dull now, fading rapidly.
“That should be impossible,” he muttered, touching the edge with careful fingers. “Not even an Alpha could heal that fast from a silver-inflicted wound.”
Dorian and Hadley exchanged a glance.
My mind raced.
They were right. This wasn’t normal.
Something was happening inside me. Something even I didn’t understand.
And everyone else?
They were going to notice.
If they hadn’t already.
The doctor still wrapped a bandage round my arms nevertheless .Dorian and Hadley left in awe
I stared at the clean bandage wrapped around my arm, barely believing what had just happened. The wound from Mira’s silver blade was practically gone. The doctor had examined it twice now, muttering under his breath like he couldn’t trust his own eyes.
He’d finally stepped away to prepare a new poultice, though I didn’t see the point. The injury was nearly healed already.
This wasn’t the first time.
My hand drifted over my stomach instinctively as the memory surged back
That night.
It was raining. I was barefoot, trembling, weak from hunger and fear. I had barely made it past the Blackwood border, after almost drowning.
Then I went into a field to get something to eat as I was quite famished.
Then something had bitten my hand, a snake.
A sharp, burning pain flared up my hand. I had screamed and fell, spotting the coiled serpent sliding off into the grass.
I laying on the ground believing that was the end for me, believing that was it. That I would die there. I remembered crying, not for me, but for the little life inside me.
But I hadn’t died.
By the time I woke up, the swelling vanished. The poison burned out of my blood like it had never been there.
Back then, I thought it was sheer luck.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
My wolf had always been weak, barely a whisper in my mind. What was happening to me?
“Ivy.”
I turned my head sharply at the familiar, deep voice.
Lucien.
He stepped into the infirmary quietly, his usual air of calm command following him like a shadow. He didn’t sit at first. He just stood by the edge of the bed, watching me with unreadable eyes.
“You’re healing well,” he said.
I nodded. “That’s what they say.”
He still didn’t ask questions. He didn’t demand explanations or accuse me of things like the others probably would have. That silence…. it almost felt like protection.
Finally, he pulled a chair over and sat beside me.
“There are rumors,” he said simply, “whispers across the pack.”
I swallowed, already dreading what was coming.
“Some think you’re cursed. Others believe you’re a spy. That you’re hiding something.”
I didn’t respond.
Because they were right, just not in the way they thought.
Lucien looked at me again, not cruel, not cold, just observant.
He stood after a few moments. “You’ll rest here tonight. I’ll speak to the patrols. No one will bother you.”
Then he left without waiting for thanks.
That night, I curled into the infirmary bed, pulling the thin blanket tighter around me.
And I dreamed.
I was in a wide open field, golden under the moonlight. And there, just ahead of me, was a child, barefoot, laughing, running with outstretched arms. Myy heart knew before my mind could catch up.
My baby.
A soft, warm laugh rang out as the child turned and looked at me. And their eyes, those eyes were my own.
Then darkness rolled in like a stormcloud, and I was suddenly fighting to reach them, fighting, screaming......
I woke up with a gasp, my hand gripping my stomach, breath ragged and heart pounding.
I lay there for a long time, staring up at the ceiling.
Whatever this was, whatever was changing inside me, I couldn’t afford to be afraid.
They thought I was cursed.
Let them.
I was done running.
Now, I was going to fight.
For me.
For the truth.
For my baby.
No matter what it took.