Daryn Silver

Dressed in a fine, designer black suit, blue shirt and a black tie, Daryn Silver stepped out of his black Mercedes SUV. He tossed the key to the guard at his office's entrance and walked inside his thirty-story office building, The Silver House, which was all glass, steel and black granite. It jagged upwards like high snow clad mountains piercing the blue sky. The architect who designed the building had made his dream come true. The interior decorator had not left a stone unturned to create an example of the décor for his profile.

As he walked on the white marble lobby, all his employees bowed and greeted him. No one dared to go near him, intimidated by his cold aura. He gave a cursory glance to the blonde girl behind the white marble desk, who became excited and blushed till the ears. He walked to the series of elevators, went inside the last one on the left and pressed for the thirtieth floor. The elevator's doors slid open in yet another large white marble, glass and steel lobby, which also had golden pots with green tropical ferns placed at regular intervals. A staff member was cleaning the leaves of the plant. He bowed when he saw the owner of the building expecting the same old cold treatment.

Yet another young and attractive woman with brown hair behind a black granite desk greeted him with a glint of enthusiasm in her eyes. "Good morning, Mr. Silver."

Without even bothering to answer Reyna, Daryn pushed open the solid mahogany door and entered his office.

Daryn's office was huge. His shoes pressed onto the soft blue wall to wall Kashmiri silk carpet with intricate patterns that was especially custom made for his taste. He dug his pants pocket to take his phone out and placed it on the dark mahogany wood desk that was big enough to accommodate eight people comfortably around it. He opened his coat and threw it on the soft leather couch that was sitting in a corner. Two sides of the wall had floor to ceiling windows presenting a beautiful vista of the city's skyline. He looked outside at the lacy flakes of snow that drifted out of the sky slowly turning the landscape white. The third wall of the room had three Van Gogh original paintings that he had bought in an auction at Sotheby's a few years back when he had gone to Europe on a tour with his celebrity fiancé with whom he had broken up a year later. That woman had fallen crazily in love with him and he had to get a restraining order against her eventually.

With a visible puff, Daryn went to sit on his expensive leather chair that matched with the color of the couch. He looked at his large Apple computer and then at the files that were neatly placed on the right. Loosening his tie, he switched on the computer. After punching the password, he relaxed back in the chair for the computer to boot and closed his eyes. All at once the image of that girl flashed across his mind and he jerked open his eyes.

For the last two months he had frequently visited the place where he had found his abandoned car. After he had given her the control of the car, he had jumped outside, shape-shifted and taken care of the Neotides who were chasing him. He had killed all of them and the two humans who were with them and had come to know his secret. When two hours later he finished the task at hand, he ran to his car by picking up its scent to check upon the siblings. His anxiety was over the roof when he didn't find them inside. In the heavy downpour, her scent was lost. In order to find her, he sprinted in the direction he thought she had gone, little realizing the fact that he was running in the opposite direction. He couldn't find them so he gave up looking for her after two months. He had heard some news about the Wyatt family's heirs missing, which he didn't pay attention to.

A muscle feathered in his jaw and he collected his wayward thoughts. He overcame his anxiety immediately with the thought that his high birth and wealth was worth several hundred bitten ones like her. He raised his chin and pulled in a deep breath. After running his hands through his hair, he flipped them back and looked at the computer screen that was alive now.

Daryn Silver was one of the wealthiest men in the city, no, he was the wealthiest man in the city and one of the richest in the country. Their generations went back to several hundred years. The family mainly profited in real estate. During several downturns of the economy, many properties were confiscated under the regime of the rulers and Presidents that time. The properties that were confiscated were then sold off, and the Silver House bought most of them. They could do so because they were very close to the Presidents and had constant presence in the business lobby.

The family had an army of architects and workers and builders who built cities for them. This way they became the real estate owner of large cities. People said that the Silver House had a large part of the country into their possession at one point of time.

Over the time, the business expanded. They acquired silver mines and several coal mines outside the country and had a booming oil business. They also had a golf course but no one knew much about it. Rumors were that it catered to very few people—only those who dominated the country's finance scene.

Along with his elder brother Caleb, Daryn looked after the entire business. Their father Gayle Silver was a senator in the current government.

Recently, they had invested a lot of money into a new software business. The scientist behind the idea had predicted huge returns and had roped in Daryn who was convinced and pumped money into the project. The person in-charge of the project had created a vastly high cost structure and the Company formed had at least a hundred executives whose basic salaries were $200,000 or more.

The product had launched in the market and looking at its success, Daryn was about to launch its stocks in the public. This is what he was working upon right now.

Suddenly the door opened and a woman walked in. In a black tube-top with matching stilettos, large diamond earrings that touched the base of her neck, and grey fox fur coat she looked divine.

Daryn didn't look up. He pointed his chin to the couch and said, "Sit there, Maya. It will take some time."

Maya flicked her long brown hair. She made a gloomy expression and sat on the couch gingerly. Her pointed heels made muffled noise on the carpet. Only he made her wait, rest all waited for her. After all she was the top model of the industry and Gayle Silver's choice to be his fiancé - a pureblood. She was also the daughter of the Chief of the Radiant Manes, the second most powerful pack after the Silver Crescent Pack.

Two hours later, Daryn sat back in his chair exhausted at all the math that was thrown at him. He closed his eyes to unwind and calm down. However, as soon as he did that, the image of the green-eyed girl, flashed across his mind. He opened his eyes with a jolt only to feel soft fingers rubbing his forehead. With a growl he grabbed the hand and pulled her in his lap.

Maya was shocked and excited at his reaction. She parted her lips as her breathing accelerated. This was the first time Daryn had shown such strong emotions and she loved it.

Daryn stared into her brown eyes for a moment and was appalled immediately. He pushed her out of his lap. "Don't touch me like that ever again!" he snarled.