All Chapters of Fangs And Desires: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zeil stood quietly under the tall tree. His eyes were fixed on something small and struggling above him.A little bird.Its tiny wings flapped weakly, caught between two thin branches. It chirped, but it wasn’t the strong chirp of a wild bird. It was faint. Lost. Almost like it was crying.Zeil stared at it, frozen.Something in his chest tightened. It wasn’t just about the bird. It was more than that. Much more.That bird reminded him of himself.Helpless. Alone. With no one coming to save it.It had no mother nearby. No protector. No warmth. Just hanging there, stuck, exposed to the world, hoping something would happen. Anything. Anyone.It brought back everything he tried to bury.His own life.He remembered being young, crying in the dark corner of his room when the heat first came and no one explained what it was. No one held him. No one told him he would be okay. All he had was cold air, loneliness, and a voice in his head telling him to hide.The parts that longed for protectio

The Lord Alpha ,a figure of pure power and command, stood there, unmoving, beside Elder Rion. His hands folded behind him, just at the edge of the courtyard. He didn’t take a step forward. Not even one.He had walked through blood, storms, and countless battles. He had faced the strongest of alphas and conquered eight entire territories in his prime. He was the ruler feared across the land, the name that made even the boldest shiver. No one, not even the old, wise elders of each family, or the council elders themselves, ever dared to challenge him.Even the rough, tough wolves from other lands, those who usually cared for nothing, would think twice, then think a third time, before ever attacking his territory. And if they did? Well, none lived to see the moon rise again.But here… now… he did not move.Because the air in front of him was heavy, too heavy. It was a sight that would have made even the bravest warrior tremble an aura so heavy with death and the promise of pain, it felt l

The moon was full and bright that night. It poured its pale light over the Ironfang family compound like a watchful eye. The guards at the front gate stood still, half asleep with their spears resting beside them.Then they saw two shadows coming from the distance. Slow, dragging footsteps. One of the guards stepped forward, narrowing his eyes.“Wait… is that…” he squinted harder. “Gogo?”“And Henzel?” the second guard said, already moving forward.The two wolves were a mess. Gogo held Henzel up with his arm thrown over Gogo’s shoulder. Blood had dried across Henzel’s side. His steps were shaky and barely keeping balance.The guards rushed to them without asking a single question. They dared not. Not when two of their warriors looked half dead.“Help me,” Gogo said, his voice weak but sharp.They each grabbed one of Henzel’s arms and helped carry him into the compound. The gates shut quietly behind them.At the doorstep, the elder was already waiting.He had been standing there all th

The morning sun slipped quietly through the curtains, casting a warm golden light across the room. Dust floated lazily in the air, dancing above Zeil’s still form. The room was silent, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of breathing.Vera sat beside him, her back slightly bent and her eyes tired. She hadn’t moved from that chair all night. One hand rested on the edge of the bed, her fingers curled lightly, as if protecting him from anything or anyone that dared to come near. Her other hand supported her chin as she leaned forward, lost in thought.Zeil stirred, the sunlight brushing against his face. His eyelashes fluttered. Then his eyes blinked open, slow and unsure. The light hit at first making him squint but it didn't take long before the familiar warmth of the room greeted him fully.For a moment, he didn’t move. He just lay there, still, like his body hadn’t caught up with his waking mind.Then, with great effort, he turned his head.Vera was there.Sitting quietly.Present, yet

For a long moment, neither Zeil nor Kael moved.The air between them was warm and heavy, like it carried secrets neither dared to speak.Kael’s gaze locked onto Zeil’s the way an arrow locks onto the heart of its target straight, unflinching, and impossibly sure. His eyes didn’t just meet Zeil’s, they searched him, wandered through the walls he had built, and lingered in places no one else had ever dared to look.Zeil’s wolf stirred, restless under that stare. It was like Kael’s gaze was not sight alone but touch, brushing over the edges of his soul, mapping him in silence.Kael’s eyes hit Zeil’s own like the first drop of rain on a drought-scorched earth soft, shocking, and carrying the promise of something that could ruin or save. They were storm and fire and home all at once, and Zeil hated that his chest tightened at the weight of it.The space between them felt almost alive, breathing in rhythm with their hearts.It was Vera who cut the silence.“Kael, where have you been? Where