Se connecterThe road through the mountains of Whistler was dark and quiet.
Alex’s truck climbed the narrow road toward Jake’s cabin. Pine trees surrounded the road like tall shadows, and the sky was full of bright stars.
Alex’s heart was beating fast.
He had told his teammates he was going to the gym late. That was a lie.
The truth was much stranger.
He was driving to see Jake Harlow.
A vampire.
The word still sounded crazy in his head. But Jake’s kiss, his voice, the way he looked at him—Alex couldn’t forget any of it.
A warm yellow light glowed from the cabin windows.
Alex walked up the wooden steps and knocked.
The door opened.
Jake stood there shirtless, wearing loose sweatpants. His dark hair was messy, and his blue eyes immediately locked on Alex.
“You came,” Jake said quietly.
Alex laughed nervously. “Yeah… I couldn’t stay away.”
Jake stepped aside to let him in.
Inside, the cabin felt warm and cozy. A fire burned in the stone fireplace. Hockey sticks and old jerseys hung on the walls. The place looked like a mix between a sports shrine and a mountain home.
Jake closed the door behind him.
“One last chance, Thorne,” he said seriously. “I’m not human. Being close to me could end badly.”
Alex walked straight up to him.
“Too late,” he said.
He pulled Jake into a kiss.
This kiss was slower than the one in the sauna, but much deeper.
Jake’s hands moved around Alex’s back and shoulders, pulling him closer. Alex felt Jake’s cool skin and strong muscles under his hands.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” Jake whispered.
They kept kissing as they moved toward the fireplace.
Soon jackets, shirts, and shoes ended up scattered on the floor.
The firelight flickered across the room.
Jake gently pushed Alex down onto the rug in front of the fire. They laughed softly, nervous but excited.
For a moment they simply looked at each other.
Alex reached up and pulled Jake down into another kiss.
They stayed like that for a long time—holding each other, talking quietly, and discovering each other without rushing.
Jake’s cool skin slowly warmed against Alex’s.
Later, as they lay close together, Jake’s fangs slowly appeared again.
He hesitated.
“I shouldn’t,” he whispered.
Alex touched his face.
“It’s okay,” Alex said softly. “I trust you.”
Jake leaned down carefully and bit Alex’s neck.
There was a small sting, then a strange warm feeling spreading through Alex’s body. It wasn’t painful—it felt almost like a powerful rush of energy.
Jake quickly pulled back and gently closed the small wound with his tongue.
Two tiny marks remained on Alex’s neck.
“I’m not turning you,” Jake said. “Just… tasting.”
Alex laughed breathlessly.
“That might be the craziest night of my life.”
They lay by the fire talking for a long time.
Jake told him pieces of his past—being turned in 1876 in London, living through different eras, and using sports like hockey to stay connected to the world.
“Hockey keeps me sane,” Jake admitted. “But you… you actually see me.”
Alex looked at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “And now we’ve got a problem.”
Jake smiled slightly. “The league?”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “And probably a lot worse.”
Jake’s expression darkened.
“There are people who hunt vampires,” he said quietly. “If they know I’m here…”
Suddenly Alex’s phone buzzed.
A text from a teammate.
“Where are you? Coaches looking for you.”
Alex groaned and started getting dressed.
“Guess I should go before they think I disappeared.”
Jake walked him to the door.
“Tomorrow night?” Alex asked.
Jake smiled faintly.
“Midnight,” he said.
They shared one last kiss before Alex left.
The next morning at training camp, things felt different.
Some scouts were watching more closely than usual.
One of them kept staring at Jake.
Alex tried to ignore it.
Until his phone buzzed again.
A voicemail from an unknown number.
The message was cold and calm.
“Harlow is hiding something, Thorne. Look deeper… or you’ll end up dead with him.”
Alex felt a chill run through his body.
Vampire hunters.
And somehow… they already knew his name.
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.







