تسجيل الدخولThe morning after Game 4 should have been pure celebration for Vancouver. The Grizzlies had just completed a stunning sweep of the Toronto Maple Leafs and secured the Stanley Cup. Instead, the city woke to chaos.
Every sports network ran the same headline:
“BRODY LINKED TO HUNTER CONTACTS — GRIZZLIES SCANDAL?”
Leaked messages filled the news feeds. Screenshots appeared to show Brody exchanging information with people connected to Victor Kane’s hunter network—arena layouts, blood pack storage areas, and travel schedules.
Fans gathered outside Rogers Arena within hours.
Some held signs reading “Trust the Team!”
Others shouted “No Traitors!”Inside the arena, the mood was heavy.
Alex stood in the empty locker room staring at the printed pages on the table. His jaw tightened as Brody stepped inside.
For a long moment neither of them spoke.
Finally Alex asked quietly, “Tell me this isn’t real.”
Brody’s shoulders slumped. His eyes were tired.
“Kane promised something,” he said slowly. “He said he had a cure. Said he could turn me human again.”
Alex stared at him in disbelief.
“And you believed him?”
Brody looked down at the floor.
“I was desperate.”
Before Alex could respond, the coach entered with two league officials. The decision had already been made.
Brody was suspended while the league investigated.
The once unstoppable vamp trio had fractured overnight.
The press conference that afternoon felt brutal.
Reporters fired questions nonstop.
“Is the team falling apart?”
“Are vampires even safe in the league?” “Did the Grizzlies win with inside help?”Alex sat at the podium, calm but exhausted.
“We’re still a team,” he said. “And we’re still champions.”
Outside the arena the debate raged. Some fans demanded Brody’s permanent ban. Others defended him, chanting his name and insisting he had been manipulated.
Jake watched everything from a quiet downtown safehouse.
When Alex finally escaped the media chaos that evening, Jake sent a simple message.
Come over. You shouldn’t face this alone.
Jake’s loft overlooked Vancouver Harbor, the glass windows glowing with the reflection of city lights. The world outside buzzed with controversy, but inside the space felt calm.
Alex stepped through the door and let out a long breath.
Jake pulled him into a tight hug.
“Rough day?” he asked gently.
Alex laughed tiredly. “You could say that.”
They sank onto the couch near the fireplace. For a while they just talked—about the game, about the team, about how quickly everything had spiraled.
Jake squeezed Alex’s hand.
“No matter what happens with the league,” he said, “we got through the season together. That doesn’t disappear.”
Alex leaned back, letting the tension finally drain from his shoulders.
“Thanks for reminding me.”
Early the next morning another story broke.
Brody appeared in a televised interview with league officials beside him. His voice shook as he explained everything.
Victor Kane had contacted him months earlier, threatening his family and promising a cure if he cooperated.
Brody admitted sending messages but insisted he never gave information that could endanger the team.
“I messed up,” he said. “But I never betrayed the Grizzlies.”
The statement changed everything.
Fans who had been angry began reconsidering. The league announced that their investigation found no evidence Brody intentionally helped the hunters attack arenas.
By afternoon, the suspension was lifted.
The next practice felt emotional.
Brody stepped cautiously into the locker room expecting cold stares.
Instead Alex walked straight over and pulled him into a hug.
“Family doesn’t quit on each other,” Alex said quietly.
The tension finally broke. Teammates clapped Brody on the back and the Grizzlies returned to the ice together.
The vamp trio was whole again.
With the Cup already secured and the scandal fading, the league began looking ahead. Officials announced discussions about a future “Vamp Division” designed to support vampire athletes and their unique needs.
For the first time, the chaos surrounding the season seemed to be leading to something better.
That night Alex and Jake stood on the balcony of the loft watching the harbor lights.
“No hunters. No scandals,” Jake said. “Just quiet.”
Alex smiled.
“For once.”
Jake nudged him playfully.
“Enjoy it while it lasts. Next season’s going to be even wilder.”
Below them the city celebrated its champions.
And somewhere far away, Victor Kane was still out there—watching, waiting.
The next chapter of the Grizzlies’ story was only beginning.
By the next morning, Vancouver wasn’t just celebrating a win.It was questioning reality.Viral OvernightClips from Rogers Arena had spread across every platform overnight.The cracks in the ice.The glowing blue freeze.The moment the entire rink repaired itself in seconds.And most importantly—Two small figures in a luxury box.Hands against the glass.Holding everything together.Headlines exploded across the world:“Miracle at Rogers Arena?”“Unexplained Ice Phenomenon Saves NHL Game”“Who Are the Thorne Twins?”Footage zoomed in again and again on Finn and Liam.Slow motion.Enhanced clips.The world had seen it.And now—they were asking questions.Morning at the CabinAt the Thorne cabin, things were… quieter.Too quiet.Alex stood in the kitchen, staring at his phone.News alerts kept stacking.Jake leaned against the counter.“Not exactly under the radar anymore.”Alex exhaled slowly.“No.”In the living room, Finn and Liam played like nothing had changed.Finn slid a toy p
Opening night arrived in Vancouver with a kind of electricity the city hadn’t felt since the championship win.Outside Rogers Arena, fans packed the streets hours early, chanting, waving flags, and holding up signs:“DEFEND THE CUP!”“THORNE FAMILY FOREVER!”“PUP POWER RETURNS!”Inside, the arena lights shimmered across freshly resurfaced ice.Perfect.Or at least, it looked perfect.Pre-Game TensionIn the locker room, the Vancouver Grizzlies prepared in silence.Gear tightened. Sticks taped. Focus locked in.Brody broke the quiet first.“Anyone else feel like the ice is… watching us?”A few players chuckled nervously.Alex didn’t.He sat still, staring down at his skates.“I felt it yesterday,” he said.Coach stepped forward.“Whatever’s going on off the ice,” he said firmly, “you leave it there.”He pointed toward the rink.“Tonight—we play hockey.”Alex nodded.But deep down, he knew—it wouldn’t stay that simple.The Twins ArriveHigh above the ice, in the secured luxury box, Fin
The next morning in Vancouver came with a crisp bite in the air and a sky so clear it felt like the calm before something bigger.At Rogers Arena, things were already buzzing again. Not with playoff chaos this time—but with curiosity.Because today wasn’t just practice.It was Finn and Liam’s first time on a real rink.Arrival at the ArenaJake carried Liam through the private entrance while Alex walked beside Finn, who was already gripping his tiny stick like a pro.“Big rink,” Finn whispered, wide-eyed.Liam pointed at the ice.“Boom… shiny.”Brody met them near the locker room, crouching down with a grin.“Alright, rookies,” he said. “You ready to embarrass your dad?”Finn shook his head seriously.“No. I score.”Jake laughed.“That’s my kid.”First Time on NHL IceWhen they stepped out onto the empty rink, the arena felt massive.The ice stretched endlessly under the bright overhead lights.For a moment, both twins just stood there.Taking it in.Alex knelt beside them.“This is w
A week after the championship, Vancouver was still celebrating.Murals of the Vancouver Grizzlies had appeared across downtown. Kids wore tiny jerseys with “Baby Fangs” on the back. Every sports channel replayed the final goal on loop.But for the Thorne family, the spotlight had finally dimmed—at least for a moment.And for the first time in a long while…Things were quiet.Morning at the LakeThe frozen lake behind the cabin had smoothed out again, the towering ice structures from Finn’s earlier outburst now melted into a clean, glassy surface.Perfect ice.Jake stood at the edge, holding two pairs of very small skates.“You sure about this?” he asked.Alex leaned against the railing, arms crossed, smiling.“They’ve been waiting all week.”Behind them, the cabin door burst open.Finn ran out first.“Skate time?!”Liam followed, slightly wobblier but just as excited.“Boom skate!”Jake crouched down, holding up the tiny skates.“Alright, first lesson.”First Steps on IceMinutes late
The roar inside Rogers Arena didn’t just return—it erupted.What had begun as panic had transformed into something electric, something historic. Tens of thousands of fans were now on their feet, chanting, stomping, shaking the very building that had just survived collapse.“GRIZZ-LIES! GRIZZ-LIES! GRIZZ-LIES!”On the ice, the players of the Vancouver Grizzlies regrouped, breath visible in the cold air that still lingered from Finn’s power.The scoreboard glowed above:GAME SEVEN – TIEDEverything—season, legacy, future—came down to this.Back to the GameAlex skated slowly to center ice, gripping his stick.For a moment, everything else faded.Not the Crown Court.Not the chaos.Not even the roaring crowd.Just the ice.Just the game.Jake stood at the boards, arms crossed, eyes locked on Alex.Their gaze met for a brief second.No words.Just understanding.Finish it.The Final FaceoffThe referee stepped in.The puck dropped.The game resumed.The pace was immediate and relentless.
For a moment, everything inside Rogers Arena felt suspended in time.The cracks in the ice spread slowly, like veins creeping across the surface.The crowd’s roar had turned into a low, uneasy murmur.Players stood frozen near their benches.No one moved.Then the lights flickered.Panic in the ArenaA sharp metallic pulse echoed through the rafters.The silver device hidden above the arena flared brighter.Another CRACK split the ice.This time, a visible fracture opened near center ice.Fans gasped.Arena staff rushed forward, shouting instructions.“Everyone stay calm! Please remain seated!”But the tension was already snapping.High above, Crown Court agents stepped fully into view along the upper concourse.Their silver-lined cloaks shimmered under the arena lights.One raised his arm.“Begin extraction.”Jake Strikes FirstIn the upper corridor, Jake moved like a storm.He hit the first agent before the man even finished speaking.The impact sent the agent crashing into a wall.







