Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 12: The Anchor of BloodThe battlefield was still smoldering.Snow stained black.Bodies torn apart.The air thick with blood and ash.And in the center of it all stood Azael—no, the War Fang.Silver fire licked across his body, claws dripping with the blood of three fallen generals. His chest rose and fell with growls, not breaths. The Sutra’s voice thundered in his skull, drowning out every other sound.More. Tear. Devour. They are prey—all of them.The Wolves in FearThe pack, his pack, formed a half-circle around him.Not in formation. Not in loyalty.In fear.Eyes wide, ears back, tails low. Even the fiercest of his lieutenants dared not meet his gaze.“Alpha…” one whispered, voice trembling. “What have you become?”Another snarled, more out of terror than courage:“He’s not our Alpha anymore. He’s—he’s something else!”The words cut deeper than any blade, but Azael could no longer tell if it was his heart that hurt, or if the beast ev

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 14: Shadows in the Council’s NameThe battlefield still stank of burnt flesh. Black ichor pooled in rivers, steaming beneath the moonlight. Wolves picked through the ruins, dragging the wounded into makeshift shelters, their eyes hollow with exhaustion.Azael stood apart, his claws still trembling. The Sutra was quiet now—but not gone. It lingered like smoke in his skull, whispering promises he dared not acknowledge.Lyra approached, blood on her face, her moonblade sheathed at her side. “You saved us,” she said. Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. Not of the Flesh-Drinker—of him.Azael didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough.The Message in FireSuddenly, the night sky ignited.A column of fire roared upward on the horizon, not natural flame but witchfire, twisting into letters that burned across the heavens.“THE COUNCIL SEES. THE COUNCIL JUDGES. THE COUNCIL COMES.”The wolves froze. Murmurs spread. Some wh

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 16: Clash of the War DoctorsThe clearing exploded into chaos.Snow churned to mud beneath claws and blood. Wolves howled, steel clashed, and the night lit up with streaks of silver fire.The three Sutra-bearers moved with inhuman precision. They did not fight like beasts—they fought like weapons. Every slash, every strike, was drilled into their bones by the same Council that had forged Azael.And they came for him.The First DuelThe silent one struck again, claws raking across Azael’s chest. Sparks of silver fire burned where the blow landed.Azael staggered back, then roared, unleashing his own claws. They met in the center of the battlefield with a shockwave that sent wolves sprawling.Claw against claw. Fire against fire. Two Sutra-bearers locked in a frenzy of violence, the air itself shattering around them.Lyra darted in to strike, but Azael snarled at her.“No! He’s mine.”The voice inside him whispered gleefully.Yes… fight yours

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of WarChapter 18: The Wolves’ FearThe snow lay scarred, crimson rivers steaming beneath the pale moon. Corpses of the Council’s hunters smoldered where Azael had torn their runes apart, their shadows burned into the earth.The battlefield was quiet now—but not with peace. It was the silence of terror.The wolves stared at their Alpha, yet none dared move closer.The Fear in Their EyesAzael’s chest heaved, claws still glowing with silver-black fire. His eyes—those once steady, steady eyes—now blazed like eclipses devouring the night.He turned, scanning his pack. Their gazes fell away, as if to meet his stare was death itself. Even the bravest warriors stepped back.One wolf whispered hoarsely, not meant for anyone to hear:“He’s not our Alpha anymore. He’s… something else.”Another snarled, trying to mask his fear.“He’s worse than the Council’s beasts.

Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War Chapter 20: Chains of the Erased The forest howled. Chains scraped across the snow as the Erased lunged into the clearing, their bodies contorting unnaturally, bones cracking and reforming with every step. Their bone masks grinned wide, jaws frozen in eternal screams. The wolves answered with their own howl—but it was jagged, uncertain, nothing like the thunder it once had been. Azael stood at their head, claws blazing silver-black fire. His breath steamed in the cold, his eyes locked on the creatures slithering toward them. The First Clash The Erased struck like a tide. Chains whipped through the air, glowing with cursed runes. One wrapped around a wolf’s arm, burning through flesh to the bone before yanking him screaming into the horde. Another chain lashed at Lyra. She twisted, moonblade flashing, cutting it mid-air. Sparks of rune-fire scattered like dying stars. Azael roared, meeting the rush head-on. His claws slashed through one Era