The Family Fang Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No, I don’t. Enlighten me, wolf. What exactly do you think I did?” Ronan took a slow breath, his hand resuming its gentle tracing along Elias’s waist, like touching him helped keep the anger at bay. “Five years ago, in Silver Hollow village. My mate was traveling through there with a small escort. They were passing through on the way back from one of the outer packs. Your people attacked the village without warning. Killed my mate and most of the villagers. I saw the reports. Fang marks. Vampire signatures all over it. I always believed you ordered it.”

I don't know. I stood by the window side staring at the pack house that was luminated by the florescent bulbs, giving it an attractive view. It was beautiful from up here and I wonder if a time would ever come that my life would be this beautiful. Just as I wanted to turn away, I caught sight of a family who were taking a night stroll in the pack garden. The sight made my chest tightened. "If only my parent never abandoned me," I muttered to myself, my eyes still fixed at the sight of the family now playing a hide and seek game.

"Don't blame Connie, Mom. It's my fault. I have caused you so much trouble. I shouldn't have taken the coat from her…" Before she finished, Dad grabbed me and slammed me to the ground. He roared, "A cold-blooded thing like you doesn't deserve to live in this loving family!" I cried and begged him to stop. But the more I cried, the more he was convinced that I felt no remorse. His claws landed harder and harder. Mom and Nathan stood at a distance, their faces indifferent. It was as if I weren't part of the family, just a filthy rogue they didn't recognize.

“That’s because you landed on my arm!” “Maybe if you hadn’t been standing in my way—” “Maybe if you could walk straight—” Frank waves his hand, still laughing. “Well, that’s one way to start a love story.” “Yeah,” I mumble, glaring at Tyler. “Real romantic.” After dinner, Vivian insists on showing me the house. Tyler stays behind with his dad, probably pretending to help with the dishes. Vivian leads me upstairs, chatting non-stop about the family, about Tyler’s childhood, about everything in between. Her energy is infectious — warm and kind, like sunlight on a cold morning.

It was the signature aroma of our family home. As I entered the living room, I froze. Wren, my stepmother, stood at the head of the table, a whiteboard behind her covered in hastily scrawled diagrams and notes. My stepsister Daphne and stepbrother Jason were seated at the table with their expressions serious as they listened to her speak. Books about werewolves were piled high on the table. “The full moon is in three days,” Wren said. “We haven’t had any confirmed sightings yet, but we’re close. This time, we’ll catch one.”

His jaw flexed like he was holding back a thousand words, but he only growled, "You don't have to worry about that anymore. Kieran and I have a plan. In the meantime, stay behind me. I'll keep you safe." He led me down another corridor, his steps silent despite his size. Every turn made my nerves crawl higher. I kept expecting another rebel to leap out, waving one of those sickly purple jars and turning me and Rowan into a rabid monster. Rowan's ears twitched, then he froze, pushing me back against the wall, with one arm barring me like a steel gate. "The Silverfang pack will burn first. I will never forget what they did to my family!" "No, Hale's pups. We must start with the weaklings, kill

my father asked. Silence followed. Heavy silence. Then Elder Cain sighed softly. “Then we handle the matter accordingly.” I remember pressing myself against the cold stone wall, barely breathing as their footsteps faded away. Handle the matter accordingly. I thought about those words almost every day after that. The fire started five years ago. At first it was only a candle beside my bed. One moment unlit. The next burning black at the edges without anyone touching it. I panicked and smothered it immediately. I told no one.

Winter settled deeply over the lakeside cabin, but inside the little house the world had changed completely. Finn and Liam were three months old now, and the quiet hockey retreat had turned into a lively family home. Tiny socks and baby blankets seemed to appear everywhere. The twins had already developed personalities of their own—Finn was curious and noisy, while Liam watched everything with calm, serious eyes. Both had dark hair like Alex and bright blue eyes like Jake. And yes—when they yawned, tiny little fangs showed.

“They have smelled it“ lucien mummured. “Yes, they have... “ I replied, “... And more will follow. The first feral lunged from the trees, lucien moved like a blade drawn from its sheath. Blood magic flared as he tore through the first three in seconds, bodies snapping before they could scream. Two more rushed to my side. I stepped forward and caught one by the throat and twisted. The spine cracked with a dull crack as the body fell limply aside. The last feral tried to flee, but I was faster, I appeared before him, eyes glowing red as I seized it's neck and crushed it between my fingers.