Hiding My Twin Pups From their Alpha Dad novel Chapter 120

Eva’s heart pounded in her chest as the scent of smoke thickened the air. Max’s arm was firm around her waist, his eyes scanning the horizon, his every step steady and purposeful. They had arrived at the vampire stronghold. But what they saw upon entering shattered any hope they had of finding things normal.

Flames licked the sides of crumbling buildings, twisting in the wind like living creatures. The dark sky above was filled with ash, drifting lazily in the turbulent air. It looked like the world itself was dying, as though the entire place was on the verge of collapsing under the weight of something far greater than they had ever imagined.

“Max…” Eva whispered, her voice barely audible against the crackling of the fire. She was shaking, unable to look away from the chaotic destruction surrounding them. She felt the weight of her breath as she spoke again, more urgently this time. “Where is Silas?”

Max’s eyes narrowed, scanning the wreckage. “He’s here. I can feel it. It’s like the whole damn place is charged with his power.”

Eva’s gaze shifted to the center of the stronghold, where a strange glow flickered in the midst of the devastation. Her blood ran cold as her eyes locked onto the figure standing there, suspended above the ground. Silas.

He was glowing, a soft, radiant light that burned so brightly it seemed to push back the darkness around him. His tiny form floated several feet off the ground, his limbs relaxed but graceful in the stillness. His face—so innocent, yet so impossibly ancient in that moment—was illuminated by the light surrounding him, his eyes closed as if in concentration.

Eva’s breath hitched. “Silas…”

The moment she spoke his name, his eyes snapped open. They were no longer the innocent eyes of a child. They were dark—red, in fact—burning with a power far beyond anything they had ever encountered. There was no recognition in them, only something unreadable, something far older, deeper, and darker than the child she had known.

“Mother…” Silas whispered, his voice soft and distant, like it was carried on a wind from another world. His lips barely moved, but the sound of his voice echoed in Eva’s ears like a strange lullaby.

Max stopped beside her, his jaw clenched tight, his body tense. “What’s happening to him, Eva?” His voice was strained, thick with worry. “What’s going on here?”

Before Eva could answer, a figure stumbled into view from the burning wreckage. Vladymyr. He was kneeling, his hands pressed to the ground, his eyes leaking blood as though the power Silas radiated had torn him apart from the inside. His once regal, cold composure had shattered. Now, he was nothing more than a broken man, his strength gone.

Vladymyr’s voice, raw with pain, scraped through the air. “He is not a child,” he hissed, his words barely more than a whisper. “He is the storm.”

Eva’s heart skipped a beat, the weight of his words sinking into her chest like a stone. The storm. She understood now, more than ever, that Silas wasn’t just a boy. He wasn’t even just the key to the prophecy. He was the storm that would either save them or tear everything apart. She had known he was special, but this? This was beyond anything she could have imagined.