《Caged by the Wolf King》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

The twins were five years old when their formal training began.Elara watched them stand in the training grounds, their small bodies straight, their eyes bright with determination. Kaelen Jr. gripped his wooden sword with fierce pride, his knuckles white around the hilt. Lyra stood beside him, her silver eyes calm and steady, her small hands clasped behind her back.The training grounds were bathed in the golden light of early morning. The sun crept over the mountains, casting long shadows across the packed earth. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of dew and pine and the faint sweetness of wildflowers from the gardens below. A light breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oaks that bordered the grounds, their branches swaying gently.The wolves of the Dominion had gathered to watch, their eyes filled with pride and hope. They lined the edges of the training grounds, their fur gleaming in the morning light. They had come to witness the beginning of a new generation, the f

The twins were seven years old when Elara decided it was time to show them the past.She had been thinking about it for weeks, lying awake at night while the fortress slept, her mind churning with memories she had tried to bury. The old fortress of Shadowfang still stood, a monument to the cruelty that had shaped her. She had avoided it for years, refusing to return to the place of her pain. She had told herself she was done with it, that she had moved on, that she had left it behind forever.But now, she felt a pull. She wanted her children to see where she came from. She wanted them to understand the darkness she had survived. She wanted them to know that the world they lived in had been built on the ashes of something terrible. She wanted them to appreciate the freedom they had been born into. She wanted them to know that it had not come without a cost.She told Kaelen her plan one evening. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. He was quiet for

The sword was heavier than Kaelen Jr. had expected. He stood in the training grounds, the wooden blade trembling in his small hands. The sun was high overhead, beating down on his shoulders. Sweat dripped into his eyes. His arms ached. His lungs burned. He had been at this for hours, and he had not improved. Every strike was sloppy. Every block was late. Every movement was clumsy. His father stood across from him, his arms crossed, his red eyes unreadable. He had been watching his son struggle for three hours. He had not said a word. He had not offered encouragement. He had simply watched. "Again," Kaelen said. Kaelen Jr. gritted his teeth. He raised the sword. He lunged. His father sidestepped effortlessly. Kaelen Jr. stumbled, his sword dragging in the dirt. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. "I can't," he said. "I can't do it. I'm not strong enough." Kaelen walked toward him. He crouched down, his eyes level with his son's. "You're right," he said. "You're not stron

The twins were eleven years old when they faced their first real challenge together.It was not a battle. It was not a hunt. It was something far more difficult: a test of their bond. They had always been inseparable, two halves of a whole, their connection unbreakable. But now, for the first time, they found themselves on opposite sides of a conflict.It began with a disagreement. Kaelen Jr. wanted to join the patrol that was heading into the mountains to track a group of rogues. He had been training for years. He was ready. He wanted to prove himself, to show the pack that he was a warrior, that he was worthy of his father's legacy.Lyra wanted him to stay. She had a bad feeling about it, a sense of dread that she could not shake. It gnawed at her, a cold knot in her stomach that tightened with every passing hour. She had dreamed of blood and shadows, of her brother's pale face, of a darkness that swallowed him whole."You're not going," Lyra said, her voice firm. "I have a bad feel

The years passed like water through cupped fingers.Elara watched her children grow, and she marveled at the passage of time. It seemed like only yesterday that she had held them in her arms, tiny and fragile and utterly dependent on her. Now they were young adults, their eyes bright with purpose, their hearts full of dreams.Kaelen Jr. was fifteen now, a young wolf on the cusp of manhood. He was tall and strong, his father's determination burning in his red eyes. His shoulders had broadened, his voice had deepened, and his presence commanded attention wherever he went. He moved through the fortress with the confidence of a born leader, his steps measured and purposeful.Lyra was fifteen too, her silver eyes calm and steady, her hands skilled in the art of healing. She had grown into a beautiful young wolf, her grace and compassion evident in everything she did. She moved through the healing chambers with quiet efficiency, her touch gentle, her words kind.They were no longer children