Todos los capítulos de The last silver fang's Revenge : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The town square clock struck eleven-thirty.Sun high, no clouds—mocking the darkness coming. Willow Creek people gathered nervously—sheriff closed streets, families hidden. Everyone knew: the Blackthorn pack was coming for the Silverfang girl. No one wanted innocent blood.Kael stood in the middle of the square, silver eyes scanning the tree line. Shirt off—wounds bandaged roughly, scars old and new bare. Show strength. Show no fear.Liora stood beside him, hand in his tight. Eyes red, cried out. Ethan safe, hidden far with Grace and heavy guard.Elara was on the other side—claws partially out, face pale but fierce. First time standing as a proud Silverfang.Dax stayed a little back, gun ready. Town volunteers, few—sheriff, hunters—circled loosely.Noon.Howls rose, distant—then close.Blackthorn poured from the woods—eighty strong, not a hundred. Still too many.Leader in front—Thorne Black. Huge man, black fur partially shifted, eyes gold and cruel. Old scar on neck from a Silverfan

The clearing reeked of blood and smoke, bonfires dying low as the Blackthorn pack scattered into the night.Thorne’s body lay still, eyes frozen open to a moon that no longer owned him. The forced bond had snapped like brittle bone when Elara’s pure Silverfang blood rejected it—miracle or curse, no one knew.She lived. Barely.But Liora…Kael carried her through the woods, her body limp in his arms. The wound on her arm had turned black, the poison from Thorne’s claw crawling fast through her veins. Sweat beaded her forehead despite the cool night air. Her breathing was shallow.“Liora… stay with me,” Kael whispered roughly, his voice cracking. Tears blurred his silver eyes.She smiled weakly, lifting her hand to his face. “Cold… so cold…”Elara limped beside them, her neck bite healing slowly, Dax’s arm supporting her. Fresh tears streaked her face.“My fault… he hurt her saving me…”Dax shook his head, voice grim. “Not your fault. We’ll get the cure.”They reached the hidden town cl

The truck ate up the miles fast, mountains rising dark ahead.Kael drove with white knuckles, eyes on the road but his mind locked on Liora. She sat in the passenger seat, one hand protectively over her belly. The mark on her arm glowed faint gold now—steady, no longer fading.The whispers were louder with every passing hour. A voice not her own. Deep. Male. Promising pack, power… home.In the back seat, Elara sat with Ethan asleep, his head resting in her lap. Worry carved deep lines into her face. Behind them, Dax followed in the other truck with supplies and weapons.Suddenly, Liora gasped, her hand slamming against the dashboard in pain.“Stop… please…”Kael pulled over instantly, tires skidding onto the dirt roadside.She doubled over, tears streaming. “The voice… it says the baby belongs to them. The kicks feel wrong. It hurts…”Kael was out of the truck in seconds, opening her door and pulling her gently into his arms.“Breathe. Fight it.”“I’m trying,” she sobbed against his c

Liora’s breath stopped cold in Kael’s arms, her body limp as fresh blood pooled beneath her.The Blackthorn camp fell into stunned silence—broken only by the crackle of distant fires and the low, satisfied growl in Garrick’s throat.He stood tall at the center of the camp, gold eyes gleaming with triumph. Thorne’s brother in every cruel line of his face—broader, older, scarred deeper by years of waiting.Kael’s world narrowed to one thing.Her.His mate.The mother of his child.Fading fast.“No… no, no, no…” He pressed one hand to her bleeding leg, the other to her belly.The baby still kicked—frantic, weak, afraid.Elara dropped to her knees beside them, tears streaming.“Liora! Wake up!”Dax stood with his gun raised, covering them, horror etched into his face.Garrick laughed—a low, booming sound.“The curse works perfectly. The child comes on its own. The mother vessel breaks.”Kael looked up, rage and tears blinding him. His voice tore from his chest.“Why? What do you really wa

The mountain safe house had become their whole world—wood smoke, soft baby cries, and family laughter echoing through the halls.Aiden was only three weeks old, but shifter blood made him grow fast. He could already hold his head steady, silver eyes bright and curious, tiny hands gripping fingers with surprising strength.Liora sat in the rocking chair by the fire, nursing him gently.The scar on her arm was faint white now—no glow, no whispers for weeks.She smiled down at her son.“Hungry boy. Just like Daddy.”Kael leaned in the doorway, watching his mate and child. His heart felt too full, the ache good and grounding.On the floor, Elara played with Ethan, stacking block wolves and making playful growls that sent the boy into giggles.Grace baked in the kitchen, the smell of warm bread wrapping the house in comfort.Outside, Dax chopped wood—still guarding, still protecting. Family now.Peace felt real.Fragile.Beautiful.The full moon would rise tonight, big and silver in the s