#Chapter 180: Silverclaw

ELENA "Silverclaw," Derek said. It was quiet. Just the word. One word, one name—but it detonated in my mind like a stone cracking glass. Silverclaw. I blinked at him. Moonstone’s generational enemy. The pack our grandparents warned us about. The one they said would slit our throats in our sleep if we let our guard down. I had grown up hearing whispers about them, warnings coated in blood and fear. And Derek—the man I had just recently fucked in an alley, the one who made my wolf howl with need and recognition—was their Alpha. My heart thudded. "You’re the Alpha of Silverclaw," I repeated slowly. He nodded. Calm. Steady. No shame, no flinch. Just truth. I sat back into the leather seat of his private jet and stared at him for a full beat. My brain flipped through every warning, every ancient grudge, every cold look passed between our elders whenever Silverclaw came up. And yet— I wasn’t afraid. That was the strange part. There was no fear in my chest. No sens