Todos los capítulos de The last silver fang's Revenge : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The mountain night pressed cold against the windows, the moon fat and silver, hanging low as if it watched the house personally.Aiden slept in his crib near the fire—his tiny chest rising and falling steadily. A tuft of silver-gold fur on his ear was a faint reminder of his first shift just hours ago. Liora sat in the rocking chair, moving slowly, her eyes full of love and a deep ache for her son. The shift was beautiful—her pup, a perfect mix of their lines. His cry was strong, his eyes recognizing her instantly.But howls echoed outside—close now. Not wind. Remnants.Kael stood at the window, gun in hand, his silver eyes scanning the dark trees. His body was tense, ready. Elara stood beside him, claws partially out, her face a fierce mix of fear. Dax checked the barricaded door.“Twenty at least. Circle moving slow,” he muttered.Grace hid Ethan in a closet, safe and unaware. Liora stood slowly, one hand on her belly, her heart full of a mother’s need to protect.“They want Aiden,”

Three nights felt like three heartbeats.The full moon hung heavy in the mountain sky, silver light spilling over the clearing behind the safe house like spilled milk. The family stood in a loose circle, nervous, holding hands. Aiden was in Liora’s arms, bundled warm, silver eyes wide at the moon like he already knew.The Ancients had come at dusk—five elders in gray robes, faces calm, ancient, filled with quiet power. They stood opposite, a fire between them that burned not with flames but with a soft, glowing magic.Leader woman—Elder Mira—spoke, voice gentle but power deep.“Child shifts tonight. Power chooses path. Light… heal clans. Dark… start old wars anew.”Liora’s tears streamed silently as she held Aiden tighter.“He’s a baby. Not meant to choose war.”Mira’s eyes were sad.“Blood chooses. Garrick’s spirit guides to light. But Blackthorn’s trace is strong with anger. We watch. We help if we can.”Kael’s arm wrapped protectively around Liora’s waist, Elara held her sister’s h

The valley house had grown with them over the years—rooms added for laughter, walls painted bright by little hands, a porch swing big enough for the whole family on quiet nights.Aiden was sixteen now—broad-shouldered and quiet-spoken, silver-gold hair tied back when he trained in the yard. His power had settled into something gentle but immense. He could calm a storm with a touch, heal a broken bone with focused light, and ease old grudges between visiting clan members with just a few words. He was the bridge everyone hoped for.Ethan, nineteen, had become his shadow and shield—tall, human-strong, quick with a joke to lighten Aiden’s serious moods. The brothers were inseparable.Liora watched from the kitchen window, coffee warm in her hands, heart full in the way only time could make it. Lines framed her eyes from years of smiling; her body was soft yet strong from raising four children—Lila, ten, full of questions and fierce hugs; twins Kai and Aria, three, chaotic with silver curl

The hotel room smelled like old coffee and rain through the cracked window. Nyx sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled up, staring at her hands like they belonged to someone else—those same hands that had blasted a man through a wall last night. Blackthorn power. Dark. Dangerous.I watched from the door. Heart aching. That’s me—Aiden—twenty years old and already feeling like I was carrying too much.She looked up, gray eyes stormy and terrified. “I almost killed him. If you hadn’t grabbed my hand…”I crossed the room and sat beside her. Took one of those hands gently. “You didn’t. We balanced it. Light and dark. That’s us.”She laughed, a broken sound. “Us. Sounds crazy. I met you two days ago and now… this.”I kissed her forehead. She smelled like rain and something wild. “Mate bond doesn’t wait. It’s like I’ve known you forever.”She folded into me, face in my neck, arms tight. Quiet crying—deep crying.“I never had anyone,” she whispered against my skin. “Parents gone when I was

No, Caleb. This isn’t the end. Not even close.There’s too much left—too many nights, too many fights, too many tears and laughs.Stories like this don’t just stop.They breathe.The valley house was quiet that morning—the kind of quiet that comes after everything’s been loud for too long.Sunlight slid softly through the kitchen window, landing on the table where Nyx sat with a cup of coffee gone cold. She stared at it like it owed her answers.I leaned in the doorway, watching her.Aiden. Still me.Twenty-one now. Mated. Bonded.But sometimes I felt like a kid again—especially when I saw that look on her face.She felt me there but didn’t look up.“Can’t sleep again?”I walked over and sat across from her, taking her hand. Cold.“You neither.”She finally met my eyes. The gray storm in them was calmer these days, but still deep.“I dreamed about the witch last night. Not the dead one. Older. Like the curse had a mother… or something.”I squeezed her hand.“It’s over, Nyx. We broke i