When My Wolf Went Silent Chapter 07By Novel7s / May 27, 2026 When My Wolf Went Silent Chapter 07Archer’s POV I don’t know why, but every time I think of Harper’s last look at me, my chest tightens like something is squeezing it, and my wolf whines in pain. There was so much emotion in her eyes. Love. Pain. Even a kind of… hopeless farewell. That look unsettled my wolf, stirred panic deep in my chest. Even later, when the pack doctor told me Simone’s baby was fine, I didn’t feel a spark of relief. I just sat outside the room, haunted by the image of Harper looking at me before she fell. It pressed down on me so hard I could barely breathe. After Simone finally fell asleep, I couldn’t hold back. I called Harper. Simone and I… we were never supposed to happen. She had been a junior at the elite academy while I was abroad. She chased me for six years. Then that night, the sixth year, she got me drunk, mimicked Harper’s voice, her scent, her presence. I lost control. We… we crossed the line. Afterward, I learned the truth. Even so, I whispered apologies to Simone, made it clear I didn’t like her, couldn’t like her. Even though Harper had long ago betrayed me, rejected me, erased herself from my world, my heart would only ever belong to Harper. Werewolves only have one mate, and mine would always be her. That night, Simone cried as I rejected her. She never gave up, never stopped chasing me. Until six months later, a letter arrived from my mother. Harper’s Marking Ceremony invitation. She was going to seal the mate bond… with someone else. Marry the man she’d betrayed me for, the beta’s son? I spent that night alone in my dorm, drinking until my stomach bled, until the hospital took me away. Simone cared for me then. Maybe I was too pathetic, maybe I finally realized Harper truly didn’t want me. So I softened. I agreed to be with Simone. Then she became pregnant. When she begged me to seal the mate bond, my chest hurt so badly my wolf almost rejected it. But in the end, I still agreed. I even went back to the pack with her to prepare for the ceremony. But today… after seeing Harper, my wolf couldn’t settle. That final look from her… it ignited a wildfire in me I couldn’t control. I called her more than ten times. Not one answered. In the end, I called her mother. The moment the line connected, her voice, trembling with anger and grief, cut through me. “What do you want?” I choked on my words, silence stretching a few seconds before I forced it out. “Harper… is she okay today?” A pause. Then her cold, sharp reply. “She’s fine. You don’t need to call again.” The line clicked dead. The dial tone buzzed coldly in my ear. My chest constricted with that same helpless panic. I called my mother next. She immediately went off. “Archer, how could you push Harper? You know her mom raised her like a treasure! I spent an hour in the hospital calming her down today. I am her Luna! How dare she treat me this way!” Hearing “hospital,” a weight lifted slightly from my chest. She wasn’t seriously hurt. I tried to sound calm. “Was she badly hurt?” “No. Just a small scrape on her forehead, already bandaged.” “She’s with her fiancé now. They should be heading to his pack, to their marital home, where they’ll stay.” Marital home. The words clawed at my chest like wolf claws, sharp, aching, numbing. After a few more words, I hung up. Everything sped up after that. My mother advanced the timing of my and Simone’s Marking Ceremony, even rushing us to sign the bond–sealing deal. I thought about resisting. But every time I passed Harper’s house, staring at that closed door, I felt the same suffocating despair wash over me. What could I even fight for? From start to finish, the one who didn’t want me… had always been Harper.
