All Chapters of The last silver fang's Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The alliance camp grew around the valley house like a second skin—tents pitched across the fields, fires burning low at night, shifters from distant clans training in the yard until dusk.Riven’s people were the backbone—hard northern folk, quiet, eyes carrying the same grief we all knew too well.His daughter, Sable, was the one everyone noticed first. Twenty-two, tall like her father, dark hair cropped short for practicality, a thin scar tracing her cheek from some old fight. Her eyes were gold and sharp; her body lean, strong, a warrior moving like the wind, ready to strike at any moment.She trained with Ethan every morning—my uncle, thirty now, broad-shouldered, easy laughter, but eyes holding deep loss. No mate yet, his heart guarded after years of war.I watched from the porch at dawn—coffee in hand, Nyx beside me, her belly round with our six-month-old third pup.Sable sparred with Ethan in the yard, no shirts, sweat glinting in the sunrise. She was fast—ducking his punches, s

Aria was fifteen the day the storm inside her finally broke free.We were all out in the back field—family picnic like old times, blankets spread, kids laughing, pups shifting and chasing each other through the tall grass.She stood apart a little, long silver-gold hair whipping in the breeze, gray eyes fixed on the horizon, like she saw something we couldn’t.I watched her from the blanket—Aiden—Nyx beside me, our youngest on her lap, sucking her thumb, sleepy. Heart full, but always that faint ache for Grandpa Kael on the hill grave.“Aria… okay?” Nyx whispered, worry deep in her mother’s voice.I nodded slowly. “Teen mood… or power growing again.”Suddenly, Aria tensed—body rigid, hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her gray eyes swirled with storm, wild and fast.The wind picked up, no clouds in the sky—grass bent hard. Family laughter stopped.Kai, her twin brother, rushed to her side. “Sis? What’s wrong?”Aria’s voice was small, scared, breaking. “I… feel it. The storm insid

The valley house had a way of feeling like the safest place on earth, even when everything beyond it was falling apart.I sat on the porch steps—Aiden—watching Aria out in the yard.Sixteen now. Tall and fierce like her mother, silver-gold hair tied back messily from training. Her arms were stretched wide, eyes closed, face tight with focus as she tried to pull just a little wind.Gentle.Controlled.Nyx stepped out quietly, coffee mugs in her hands, her belly round and heavy at eight months now—our fourth pup growing strong. She handed me one and sat beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.“She’s getting better,” she whispered. Her voice held that familiar mix—soft, proud, scared. Always mother.I nodded, wrapping an arm gently around her waist. “Yeah. No lightning strikes this week.”She laughed softly, but a tear slipped down her cheek. “Remember when she was little? The first time her storm woke up. I thought we were going to lose her to the rage.”I kissed her hair slowly. “L

The clan village in the east was already broken when we arrived at dusk.Huts lay cracked and half-collapsed, smoke rising weakly from dying fires. Rain poured relentlessly, turning the ground into sucking mud. Thunder rolled overhead, long and angry—like the sky itself was furious at what had been done here.The leader met us at the edge of the village.Garran.Old Alpha.Gold eyes dulled by exhaustion and desperation.Behind him, his clan huddled together—some half-shifted, claws out, lips curled in low growls. Madness clung to them like rot, thick and wrong.“The storm curse has awakened,” Garran said, voice rough, tears threatening to spill. “Old hate. No end to the fight. Madness takes even the good ones.”His gaze locked on Aria.“The mixed girl… can her power heal us?”Aria stepped forward before anyone could stop her.Sixteen. Brave. Shaking.She held Nyx’s hand with one trembling grip and mine with the other. I—Aiden—felt the weight of my mate’s rounded belly press against my

The valley house felt like it was holding its breath the morning after Aria’s awakening.The sun rose softly, birds singing as if nothing had happened—but the yard told the truth. Burned circles marked the grass where lightning had struck. One tree stood split and blackened, scarred too close to home.I sat on the porch steps—Aiden—coffee gone cold in my hand, watching Aria out in the field again.Sixteen.Tall.Strong.Beautiful—just like Nyx.Her silver-gold hair flowed loose in the gentle wind. Arms lifted slowly as she practiced, careful and controlled. The breeze obeyed her, swirling leaves into a graceful dance.No rage.No darkness.Nyx sat beside me, belly round at eight months, our third pup heavy now. She squeezed my thigh gently, the deep fear in her eyes finally fading.“She’s good now,” she whispered, pride and tears mixing softly.I nodded and kissed her hair.“Our girl has a strong heart. Love anchored her. It always does.”Nyx leaned her head against my shoulder, sighi