All Chapters of The last silver fang's Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The hotel room smelled like medicine and rain. Soft beeps from a heart monitor filled the quiet. Kael lay motionless on the bed, pale against the white sheets, thick bandages wrapped around his chest and back. Some were stained dark where blood had soaked through. The doctor from the Forgotten had been blunt. The bullets missed his heart. Barely. Liora hadn’t left his side in two days. She sat in a chair pulled close, his hand clasped in both of hers, her head resting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were swollen and red from crying. Sleep came only in short, broken stretches—every time she drifted off, she woke in panic, terrified he’d be gone. Ethan slept in the next room, safe, with Kira watching over him. The little boy asked about Kael every hour. He’d drawn pictures of wolves—big ones, smiling ones—and left them neatly on the table. Liora traced Kael’s fingers gently. Old scars. New wounds. Strong hands that had held her through storms. “Please wake up,” she whispered

The hotel room felt ice-cold even with the heat on.Liora stood frozen, phone still clutched in her hand from Kira’s call.Her little brother—Ethan.Only ten years old.Still fighting a sickness that never let go.Gone.Taken from his hospital bed while the guards were distracted.“No…” Liora whispered, tears spilling fast. “Not him. Please—not him.”Kael was already moving.Clothes pulled on fast. Weapons grabbed from the bag under the bed.His face was hard. Silver eyes glowing with barely restrained rage.“We get him back,” he said firmly. “Now.”The door burst open.Kira didn’t bother knocking.“We got a location,” she said fast. “Old manor on the north edge—the one Dax mentioned. Vortigern’s there early. Holding the kid as bait.”Liora’s hands shook.“He’ll hurt Ethan if we don’t come.”Kael crossed the room and cupped her face gently, thumbs wiping her tears.“He won’t,” he said low. “We’re faster. Smarter this time.”Even if it kills me.The Forgotten moved fast.Ten fighters g

The garage lights were harsh and white. Rain dripped from the ceiling somewhere, soft plink… plink… sounds echoing through the concrete. Kael and Liora sat frozen in the back seat, half-dressed, hearts pounding from more than just what they’d done minutes ago. --- Vortigern’s voice echoed again. “I know you’re in there. Come out nice and slow. Hands up.” “Or my men start shooting the car—and then we go get the kid at the hospital.” --- Liora’s face drained of color. “My brother…” --- Kael pulled his shirt on fast, eyes scanning. Four trucks blocked the exits. At least twelve men with guns. Vortigern stood in the middle, scar shining under the lights. No way out without a fight. --- Kael looked at her. “Stay low. Whatever happens, you duck.” She grabbed his hand. “We do this together.” He nodded once. Then pushed the door open—slow. --- They stepped into the open, hands raised. Vortigern’s grin spread wide. “There’s my favorite runaway couple.” His men circl

Liora couldn’t stop shaking.The ride home in Dax’s car was silent.Rain blurred the windows.She stared at her hands—the engagement ring catching the streetlights like it was mocking her.Kael was alive.All this time.Three years of guilt eating her alive.Three years of forcing herself to move on.And he was alive.---Dax pulled into their apartment garage.Turned off the engine.Didn’t move.“You okay?” he asked softly.She couldn’t look at him.“No.”---He sighed.“Vortigern said he’s dangerous now. Changed.”“Don’t let him get in your head, Liora.”“He came back swinging. Hurting people.”“I know,” she whispered.But she didn’t.---That night, she lay in bed beside Dax, eyes wide open.He fell asleep fast, arm draped over her waist—safe.steady.But her mind was back in that cold room.Kael’s silver eyes—harder than before, but still the same ones that once looked at her like she was everything.The chains burning his skin.The way he said:“You let them throw me off a cliff

Two weeks until the wedding.Kael counted the days like a predator counting heartbeats.He spent his nights with the Forgotten—planning, training, hitting small Crimson Shadow spots.A warehouse here.A truck there.Quick. Clean. Gone before alarms sounded.Word spread fast: a ghost was hunting Vortigern’s men.Some started calling him the Silver Ghost.But during the day, Kael couldn’t stay away from her.He watched from a distance.Always careful.Hood up, scent masked with herbs Ronan taught him.He told himself it was to learn Dax’s routine.To find weak spots in Vortigern’s circle.But that was a lie.He just needed to see her.Liora walked to work every morning at the same time.Same route through the park.Earbuds in, coffee cup in hand, hair loose and shining even on gray days.She looked lighter now.Like the weight of secrets wasn’t crushing her anymore.Kael hated how beautiful she still was.One morning, the rain stopped for once.Sun broke through the clouds—rare and gold