Todos los capítulos de The last silver fang's Revenge : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The chamber was blacker than anything I had ever seen. No light. No echo. Just that heavy nothing pressing on your chest, like the world had forgotten you existed.Vorath’s form filled the center—this massive wolf made of void, fur sucking in what little torchlight we had. Eyes empty holes, pulling everything toward him.Aria floated out of Nyx’s arms slowly, like invisible hands lifted her. My baby girl—barely one—chubby cheeks flushed hot, crying that pain-cry that ripped my heart out every time.Nyx screamed, raw and desperate. "Aria! Baby, no! Mommy's here!"Tears poured down her face, hands clawing at the air.I lunged—Aiden—shifting partially, claws out, light pouring from me like fire. I grabbed Nyx around the waist, pulling her back safe, but reached for our daughter too."Aria! Daddy's here! Fight, baby!" I roared.But the void pulled stronger—her eyes black, full and empty, hungry. Her cry turned low, a growl that felt ancient, destructive.Kai floated in Mom’s arms, Liora,

The road to the old witch's ruin felt like driving back into a nightmare we thought we’d buried.Trees closed in thick, leaves wet from rain that wouldn’t stop. The air was heavy with that old magic smell—rotting leaves and something darker.Nyx sat beside me, Aria bundled tight in her lap, cheeks flushed even in the cool truck. Kai slept against Mom in the back, his light flickering faint every time his sister whimpered.I kept one hand on the wheel, the other on Nyx’s knee—needed to feel her real, needed to know we were still here.She looked at me, gray eyes red from no sleep. "She's worse today. The whispers… they’re saying her name clear now."I swallowed hard. "Artifact close. We find it, smash it, echo gone. Pups safe."Nyx’s tears slipped quietly. "Promise?"I squeezed her knee. "Promise."Mom—Liora—rocked Kai gently in the back seat, her voice soft with worry. "Babies too small for this again."Dad drove the second truck with Ethan and Elara, family tight and ready to protect

The valley house felt empty in a way no amount of kids running around could fill.Grandpa Kael’s chair by the fire stayed empty—his old pipe still resting on the table, like he might walk in any minute and pick it up. Mom—Liora—sat there sometimes, just staring, her hand resting on the armrest as if she could still feel him.We buried him on the hill beneath the big oak. The sunset was beautiful the day we said goodbye. Too beautiful.The whole family cried until there were no tears left. Ethan carried the coffin with me and Dad’s old friends. Nyx held the twins tight, Aria reaching toward the grave like she knew.A month passed slowly, grief heavy and unmoving.The twins were one now, toddling around the house. Kai’s light glowed softly, healing Grandma’s heart a little every time he hugged her. Aria stayed quiet—storm-gray eyes watching everything. The darkness was gone, but the fear it left behind lingered.Nyx barely slept. Nightmares haunted her—Grandpa dying, saving the pups aga

The house felt wrong without Dad’s laugh filling it.Kael’s chair by the fire stayed empty, his old jacket still draped over the back like he’d only stepped outside for a moment. The pipe he used to tap against the armrest rested where he left it, untouched. No one moved it. No one could.Mom—Liora—sat there every evening, fingers resting on the armrest as if she expected him to return and take her hand. Her eyes stared past the flames, unblinking. Grief had carved years into her face in weeks, hollowed her cheeks, bent her shoulders.I couldn’t stand to look for long.I slipped outside before the ache crushed my chest completely.The night air was cold, sharp with pine and earth. I stood in the yard, staring up at the hill where we buried him. The oak tree above his grave swayed gently, leaves whispering like a prayer that never finished.Nyx found me there.She didn’t say anything at first—just wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, resting her forehead against my back. Her p

Three years had crawled by since Grandpa Kael’s soul was swallowed by that shadow.The valley house stood stronger now—walls thicker, wards carved deep by ancients who owed us favors. The kids grew wild and loud, pups shifting early in the yard. But every full moon, we all felt it: the silence where Grandpa’s voice used to be.I leaned on the porch rail—Aiden—watching Aria and Kai chase each other in pup form, silver-gold fur flashing in the sun. Eight years old now, the twins were tall and strong, power balanced yet heavy with responsibility.Nyx came up behind me, arms around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. Her belly was round again—our third pup on the way, a surprise late blessing.“Thinking about him again?” she whispered, soft and knowing, years of connection in her gaze.I nodded, throat tight, and turned to hold her close, our hands brushing the gentle curve of her belly. “Always. Soul gone… but I feel him sometimes. Like he’s watching, proud.”Tears mixed happiness and