Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 101: The Envoys of the Council1. Ashes That WhisperedSmoke clung to the clearing, thick and bitter, coating every breath with the taste of burnt iron. The wolves stood among the ashes of the constructs, their fur matted with soot, their claws red with blood that was not only their enemy’s.Some stared at Azael with awe. Others with fear. A few with open resentment.The fire had spared them, but in sparing them, it had revealed something worse than chains: a leader who looked less wolf than monster.Lyra’s hand lingered on Azael’s arm, grounding him, keeping his shaking frame from collapsing into the ash. She looked at the wolves with the blade of her voice, sharper than any steel:“You will not question him. You saw the chains break. You saw the Council’s beasts die. Without him, we would all be carrion.”But the survivor—the one who had tried to rally the rebels—spat in

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 103: Storm of Nine Shadows1. The First WaveThe clearing collapsed into chaos. The nine Envoys moved as one, their shadows flooding the battlefield until the moon itself disappeared. The wolves were swallowed in darkness—snarls and howls echoing like whispers in a tomb.The raven envoy raised his arm. Feathers of shadow fanned outward, blades of black flame that cut through the smoke.“Drown them. Leave nothing but silence.”The boar envoy slammed both fists into the ground, the earth buckling. Stone tusks ripped upward, skewering wolves and pinning them like hunted prey.The serpent envoy hissed, her chains unraveling into black serpents that slithered across the battlefield, coiling around throats and legs, biting with venom that turned blood to ash.The pack broke in every direction. Wolves clawed at the shadows, tearing free only to be swallowed again. Some howled in

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 105: Blood of the Same Moon1. The Word That Broke the FireThe battlefield froze. Wolves clawing, Envoys striking, shadows writhing—yet all seemed to halt in that single word.Brother.Azael’s claws trembled. His fire flared too bright, then dimmed as if torn by doubt. His chest heaved, breaths ragged, his body screaming from venom and shadow wounds. But none of it mattered now.The wolf-mask envoy’s head tilted again, that quiet, calculated angle that felt carved into Azael’s memory.“You don’t remember the blood we shared under the same moon?” the envoy’s voice cut through the din. “You don’t remember the oaths we made when we were still children of the wild, before the Council bound us?”Lyra’s grip on her moonblade slackened. Her throat tightened, heart pounding with something she couldn’t name—fear, grief, or something darker.“Alpha…” she whispered, he

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 107: Chains of Blood and Fire1. Bound in ShadowsLyra’s breath came shallow, every gasp cutting her throat as thorns tightened. Her moonblade lay just beyond reach, gleaming dully in the firelight. The battlefield had fallen to silence—wolves, flame, shadow—all waiting for the Alpha’s choice.Azael staggered forward, claws blazing, blood dripping from his chest where Kael’s strike had nearly torn through him. His silver eyes burned, torn between two fires: the brother he had once sworn to protect, and the woman who had become the anchor of his pack.Kael’s grin split beneath the shattered mask.“Choose, Azael. Save your bond… or honor your blood.”The roots tightened. Lyra’s skin split, crimson blooming on her throat.2. Wolves in DespairThe pack trembled. Some wolves surged forward, desperate to tear the roots apart, but Kael’s shadow flung them back like ragdo