Se connecterDawn broke slowly over the mountains surrounding Vancouver. Pale sunlight spread across the forest and reflected off the frozen lake behind the Thorne cabin.
The towering column of ice that Finn had created during the night still stood in the middle of the lake like a crystalline monument.
It glittered in the early light.
Inside the cabin, the morning was much less dramatic.
Finn ran through the hallway in his socks, swinging his toy hockey stick.
“I make big ice!” he announced proudly.
Liam followed him, lifting a foam puck with his telekinesis and dropping it again.
“Boom puck!”
Jake sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, watching the two toddlers sprint past.
He glanced toward the window where the massive ice tower shimmered outside.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s definitely not normal.”
Brody walked in from the porch holding his phone.
“So… good news.”
Jake raised an eyebrow.
“Define good.”
Brody turned the phone screen around.
News footage played from helicopters flying over the forest.
The ice tower stood clearly visible on the frozen lake.
The headline read:
MYSTERY ICE FORMATION APPEARS OUTSIDE VANCOUVER
Jake sighed.
“Great.”
Within hours, the strange structure on the lake became the biggest story across Vancouver.
News helicopters circled the area.
Scientists speculated about rare weather conditions.
Online forums exploded with theories.
Inside the cabin, Lucien watched the news quietly.
“This will attract attention.”
Alex rubbed his forehead.
“As if we didn’t already have enough.”
Finn climbed onto the couch proudly.
“That my ice.”
Alex gave him a patient look.
“Let’s maybe not tell reporters that.”
Later that morning, another vehicle arrived at the cabin.
Adrian Vale stepped out quickly, his expression more serious than usual.
Jake met him outside.
“You look worried.”
Vale didn’t waste time.
“We’ve confirmed movement.”
Jake’s eyes narrowed.
“The Crown Court.”
Vale nodded.
“They’re mobilizing multiple teams.”
Brody leaned against the porch railing.
“How many?”
Vale answered carefully.
“Enough.”
Jake sighed.
“That’s not a number.”
Vale looked toward the frozen lake and the towering pillar of ice.
“They believe the heir has fully awakened.”
Inside the cabin, Lucien cleared a larger space in the living room.
“This changes things.”
Alex crossed his arms.
“You mean the ice tower outside?”
Lucien nodded.
“Yes. Finn’s power is growing faster than expected.”
Finn raised his stick.
“I practice!”
Lucien smiled slightly.
“That is exactly what we’re going to do.”
Liam clapped.
“Magic time!”
Lucien placed several small objects across the floor.
“Liam,” he said calmly, “lift them one at a time.”
Liam focused carefully.
A puck lifted into the air.
Then a small book.
Then a wooden block.
Brody watched with wide eyes.
“Kid’s already stronger than most trained telekinetics.”
Lucien nodded.
“His control is improving rapidly.”
Then he turned toward Finn.
“Your turn.”
Finn pointed his stick dramatically.
“Big ice!”
Nothing happened.
Jake chuckled.
“Try sneezing again.”
Finn scrunched his face.
Then—
“Achoo!”
A thin sheet of frost spread across the floor.
Brody jumped back.
“Okay that works too.”
Later that afternoon, Alex left for team practice.
Inside Rogers Arena, the Vancouver Grizzlies prepared for the second playoff game.
The locker room buzzed with energy.
Brody laced up his skates beside Alex.
“You sure you’re focused?”
Alex taped his stick carefully.
“I’m always focused.”
Brody nodded toward the arena ceiling.
“Even with supernatural war brewing?”
Alex smirked.
“Hockey helps.”
Coach clapped his hands.
“Alright, listen up!”
The room went quiet.
“Game two tomorrow. We keep the momentum.”
Alex stood with the rest of the team.
But part of his mind was still back at the cabin.
With Finn.
With Liam.
Hundreds of miles away, inside a massive underground facility, the Crown Court leader studied satellite images.
The ice tower outside Vancouver glowed on the screen.
“Power confirmed.”
One of his commanders stepped forward.
“Our retrieval teams are ready.”
The leader nodded.
“Good.”
He zoomed the map closer.
The Thorne cabin appeared.
“So is our target.”
Another officer asked carefully,
“What about the alpha?”
The leader smiled faintly.
“Remove him if necessary.”
That evening, the Thorne cabin was quiet again.
Finn and Liam sat on the floor playing with toy sticks and pucks.
Alex returned from practice and dropped onto the couch.
Jake handed him a drink.
“Good skate?”
Alex nodded.
“Good enough.”
Finn climbed into Alex’s lap.
“I ice hero.”
Alex laughed.
“Yeah, you are.”
Liam lifted his puck again.
“Boom hero!”
Brody leaned back in his chair.
“Honestly, these two might be more dangerous than the hockey team.”
Outside, the wind suddenly picked up.
Snow blew across the frozen lake.
Jake stepped onto the porch.
The air felt charged again.
Lucien appeared beside him.
“They’re close.”
Jake scanned the tree line.
“How close?”
At that moment, several dark shapes dropped silently from the forest canopy surrounding the cabin.
Brody stepped outside and saw them immediately.
“Oh.”
Jake cracked his knuckles.
“Round two.”
Inside the cabin, Finn looked toward the window.
“Bad guys?”
Alex stood up slowly.
“Yeah.”
Jake turned toward the house.
“Get the kids upstairs.”
Alex scooped up Liam while Finn clung to his shoulder.
The wind howled across the frozen lake.
And in the darkness of the forest outside Vancouver, the Crown Court hunters finally arrived in full force.
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.







