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

Kael woke up before the sun, his heart racing like it always did when revenge felt close.Today was the day.After twelve long years, he finally knew where Vortigern would be tonight—an old warehouse by the cliffs where the Crimson Shadows handled their biggest deals.He lay still for a moment, staring at the cracked ceiling of his tiny apartment.Liora was curled against him, one arm draped over his chest, her breathing soft and steady. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow like ink. She looked so innocent in sleep. So perfect.Kael’s chest tightened.He didn’t want to leave this bed. Didn’t want to risk losing this—the only good thing he’d found since that bloody night.But he had to.For his mother’s last look.For his father’s final roar.For every scream that still haunted his nightmares.Carefully, he slipped out from under her arm.She stirred, eyes fluttering open.“Kael?” Her voice was sleepy and sweet. “Where you going so early?”He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to

Three years had passed since the night Kael fell.Deep in the frozen mountains, far from Shadowhaven City, snow fell soft and silent around a small wooden cabin. No roads led here. No one came unless they were meant to.Inside, fire crackled in the stone hearth. A man sat on the floor, shirtless, sweat pouring down his back even in the cold. His body was covered in scars—old ones from that warehouse fight, new ones from endless training. Muscles hard as steel. Silver eyes sharp and cold.Kael drove his fists into a heavy log over and over, knuckles bleeding, breath steady. Pain was nothing now. Pain was his teacher.Across the room, an old man watched. Master Ronan. White hair, face like carved stone, eyes that saw everything. He had found Kael half-dead on the riverbank three years ago—body broken, barely breathing, washed miles downstream.Ronan had dragged him out of the water, carried him through the storm, and brought him here. For weeks, Kael hovered between life and death, burn

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

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

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