The last silver fang's Revenge
The storm rage still called from the west, but quieter now—controlled.
The curse could be healed. Madness undone. Pure hate broken. Mixed blood restored.
Harmony. Peace. Alliance.
The family stood proud, tears of joy falling as our pups grew into their power—strong, kind, meant to heal the world.
Years passed with love, endless joy, deep peace.
Pups grew strong and beautiful.
Love won over hate, forever.
Life became gentle again.
Children and grandpups played safely, laughter filling the valley house.
Kael and Liora, old now, sat on the porch at sunset, hands entwined, smiling through tears—life worth every pain, every fight.
Bab Populer