All Chapters of The last silver fang's Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The southern clan village stank of wet ash and fear.Half-burned huts leaned against one another like wounded bodies. Scars from old rage storms cut through the land. People huddled beneath torn roofs, eyes glowing gold—madness flickering in and out of them like a fever that never fully broke.Vesper stood in the center of the square.Tall. Still. Black hair tangled down her back. Her eyes were gray-black storms, hungry and merciless. Dark, corrupted power coiled around her like living smoke.She smiled when we entered.Our family stood together—strong, unbroken. Aria walked at the front, sixteen and brave, her hands tight in her mother’s and father’s. Fear trembled through her, but pride stood taller.“The storm girl has come,” Vesper said. Her voice was cold, beautiful, and deadly.“The perfect vessel. Rage and power entwined.”Nyx clutched her rounded belly—nine months heavy with our third pup—terror flooding her eyes.“My baby… my girl,” she sobbed. “You will not take her.”I tigh

The ship cut through the ocean like it was trying to outrun the storm chasing us.Waves slammed against the hull, salt spray soaking everything. The sky stayed black even at midday, thunder rolling like a warning that never ended.I stood on deck—Aiden—with my arm wrapped tight around Nyx’s waist. Her belly was round again, heavy with life, our third pup kicking restlessly as if it felt the storm too.Nyx’s face was pale, green with seasickness and fear. A mother’s fear never rested.“I can feel them,” she whispered, tears slipping free as the wind tore at her hair.“The twins… they’re in pain. The island is close. The rage there is bad.”At the front of the deck, Aria stood with her arms outstretched.Sixteen years old. Gray eyes swirling wildly, her control strained as she fought to calm the storm ahead. Wind bent around her, responding—listening—but not fully yielding.Kai stood beside her, one hand gripping his sister’s. Light glowed from him as he pushed through their twin bond,

The trip home from the south felt shorter than it should have—like the road itself was trying to rush us back to something normal.But normal didn’t exist anymore.Not with the scar on Aria’s back from Vesper’s claw.Not with the way she woke some nights gasping, gray storm-eyes glowing in the dark.We reached the valley at sunset. The trucks were coated in dust, everyone exhausted to the bone. The house lights glowed warm and familiar—but the moment I saw my mother waiting on the porch, a heavy weight settled in my chest.She ran down the steps the instant we stopped.Aria was the first she pulled into her arms.“My grandgirl,” Mom whispered, tears spilling freely. “You’re really safe.”Aria hugged her back fiercely, sixteen and strong, though exhaustion shadowed her eyes.“I love you, Grandma.”Nyx climbed down slowly, her belly round and heavy now, nine months full with our third pup. She leaned on me for balance. Mom hugged her next, gentle and proud, one hand resting protectively

The west felt like the end of the world.Dry dirt cracked under boots. The sky was too big, too blue, no clouds. Hot wind carried dust, old hate, faint and bitter. We camped at the edge of a dead town—empty buildings, windows staring, tumbleweeds rolling through ghost streets.I sat on the truck’s tailgate—Aiden—watching Aria practice in the yard. The faint wind swirled as she controlled it gently. Sixteen now. Tall, strong, beautiful like Nyx. Silver-gold hair loose in the wind, gray eyes like a deep, tired storm calling power from far west.Nyx stood beside me, belly round—nine months, our third pup heavy, kicking. I felt it faintly. The land hurt here. Her hand squeezed my thigh, gentle but scared, a mother’s fear deep in her soul. Always the pups. Always adventure pulling us west.“Feel rage. Bad here,” she whispered, tears in her eyes, dust in the wind.I nodded, throat tight, holding my mate’s hand.“The west clan,” I said softly. “Pure hate mixed strong. Old storm curse—rage, m

The west land swallowed us whole.Red dust choked the air. The sky burned white-hot, no mercy. The ground cracked like old skin. Trucks rattled over roads long forgotten, heat waves shimmering, mirages turning distant shapes into ghosts.I drove the lead truck—Aiden—hands sweaty on the wheel, grip tight. My eyes stayed on the road, but my mind was on Aria in the back seat. Too quiet for too long. Sixteen now. Tall, strong, beautiful. Storm-gray eyes deep and tired, the west calling her power, her rage, her madness.Nyx sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hand gripping my arm, cold with fear. A mother’s terror ran deep in her soul—always the pups, always the danger of the far west.“She hasn’t talked since morning,” she whispered, tears in her eyes as dust blew through the wind.I nodded, throat tight, holding my mate’s hand.“The rage and madness are pulling strong. The west clan—pure hate mixed. Destruction.”Kai, my twin brother, sat in the back with Mom, faint light glowing ar