Todos los capítulos de The last silver fang's Revenge : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The twins were barely a month old, yet the house already revolved around them—planets circling twin suns.Aria slept with her tiny fist clenched, silver-gold lashes fluttering as if she dreamed too hard. Beside her, Kai snored softly, a faint glow blooming from his skin whenever he stirred, like a nightlight that turned on by instinct.Nyx stood over the crib, arms loosely crossed, eyes red and hollow with exhaustion. She hadn’t left the nursery in days. Not since Aria’s first cry had dipped into something wrong—too low, too old.I came up behind her quietly and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. She stiffened, then leaned back into me.“She’s okay right now,” I whispered.Nyx shook her head. “She’s not. You hear it too. When she cries… there’s something underneath. Not a baby.”I did hear it. Faint as wind through a cracked window. The witch’s daughter whispering Aria’s name.Kai’s glow flared softly, steadying the room. Light guarding shadow.Mom slep

The twins turned one on a perfect valley day—sun high, wildflowers everywhere, family spread blankets in the yard for a big picnic.Aria toddled after butterflies, giggling high, silver-gold curls bouncing, eyes swirling with a mix of curiosity and innocence. Kai sat on the grass quietly, building a stick tower carefully, light glowing faintly from his hands, healing a flower that wilted nearby.Nyx watched from the porch swing with me—Aiden—arm around her, head resting on my shoulder.“Look at them,” she whispered, happy tears in her eyes. “Our miracles. Safe. Real.”I kissed her hair softly.“Yeah. Love wins big.”Mom, Liora, and grandma chased the pups, laughing, tired but happy. Dad, Kael, and grandpa told stories of their own childhood, wide-eyed kids listening. Ethan, uncle, grilled meat and cracked bad jokes. Lila, aunt, helped the twins walk steady. The family was loud, love full.The cake was big—candles for each twin. We sang off-key, happy. Aria blew hard, spit a little, th

The ruin hit us like a punch to the gut.Snow swirled thick around black stones tall as trees, each one carved with claw marks older than time itself. The air was heavy with ancient magic, cold enough to bite straight to the bone. A dark presence lingered here—faint, dormant, but watching.Vargath slept… but not fully.Our family climbed out of the trucks slowly. The twins were bundled tight in Nyx’s arms. Aria fussed, soft cries breaking the frozen silence. Mom held Kai close, his faint glow warming her hands as if he sensed the cold wasn’t natural.I—Aiden—stood at the front, scanning the ruins, every instinct screaming to protect. My heart pounded with fear and pride all tangled together. Nyx stepped beside me, her hand slipping into mine, grip tight despite the cold.“Feel him,” she whispered. “Big. Old. Watching us.”I nodded, tears burning my eyes. “This is judgment… but love is stronger.”Dad—Kael—stood beside Grandpa, his face carved from stone.“The Primordial Wolf,” he said

The trucks crawled north as if they were fighting the cold itself.Snow piled high along the sides of the road, and the wind howled like it knew Lunara was waiting. Nyx sat beside me, Aria bundled in her lap. The little girl’s cheeks were flushed, burning hot even inside the freezing cab.Kai slept against Mom in the back seat, his soft light flaring faintly every time his sister whimpered.I kept one hand on the wheel and the other on Nyx’s thigh—an anchor. I needed to feel her, to stay grounded.She looked at me, gray eyes storm-dark and exhausted, fear sitting deep behind them.“She’s burning up again,” she whispered. “The moon… it’s pulling harder the closer we get.”I swallowed.“Lunara’s temple is tomorrow. We end this.”A tear slipped down Nyx’s cheek.“She’s one, Aiden. One. And some jealous god wants to… purify her? Separate them?”Her voice broke.I pulled over fast, snow crunching beneath the tires. I jumped out, rushed to her side, opened the door, and pulled her—and Aria—

The temple ice felt alive beneath our feet—cracking faintly, as if it were crying with us.Lunara’s human form towered over the snow, beautiful and cold. Her white hair flowed in the moon wind that didn’t blow, and her silver eyes held faint tears—ancient, lonely, judging everything.Aria floated in the air, her magic straining. My baby girl, only one year old, her tiny body tense with pain, cold burning from the moon. Her eyes glowed fully white—she was becoming a goddess vessel.Nyx knelt in the snow, sobbing, desperate arms reaching.“Baby girl! Mommy loves you! Come back to me, please!”Tears froze on her cheeks, mixing with blood as she crawled across the ice.I shifted into my massive silver wolf form, roaring with fatherly rage and love, breaking through the ice.Lunara waved gently. The ice held me softly—not to hurt, but to restrain.“Love… it pains me too,” her voice whispered. “Your brother left me alone… blessed the mix.”The family struggled against the icy hold. Dad char