All Chapters of Frozen Fangs: Rivals on Ice: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The wind howled through the tall pines outside the Thorne cabin near Vancouver, whipping snow across the frozen lake in swirling white clouds.Jake stood on the porch steps, staring into the dark forest.He could see them now.Shadows moving between the trees.Dozens of them.Brody stepped up beside him, rolling his shoulders.“Well,” he muttered, “that’s definitely more than last time.”Jake’s voice stayed calm.“Yeah.”Another figure moved behind them as Lucien stepped onto the porch.His eyes narrowed toward the tree line.“The Crown Court has committed fully.”Jake cracked his knuckles slowly.“Good.”Inside the CabinUpstairs, Alex quickly ushered Finn and Liam into their room.Finn clung to his toy hockey stick.“Bad guys?”Alex knelt in front of them.“Yeah, but Daddy and Papa are going to handle it.”Liam held his puck tightly.“Boom them?”Alex almost smiled.“Only if we have to.”Through the window, the glowing ice pillar still stood in the center of the frozen lake, casting

Two days after the overtime victory, the excitement around the Vancouver Grizzlies had reached a fever pitch.Across Vancouver, every sports bar, street corner, and coffee shop buzzed with playoff talk. The team was now one win away from advancing to the championship series, and fans had turned the entire city into a sea of green jerseys.At Rogers Arena, banners hung outside the building celebrating the team’s run. Street performers played drums, vendors sold foam claws and miniature hockey sticks, and giant screens replayed Alex’s overtime goal on repeat.Inside the Thorne cabin, however, the mood was quieter.Alex sat at the kitchen table reviewing game footage on a tablet while sipping coffee. His eyes were focused, but every now and then they drifted toward the living room.Finn and Liam were building a small “rink” on the floor using couch cushions.Finn slid a toy puck across the carpet.“Goal!”Liam lifted the puck with a small flick of his hand and dropped it into the “net.”

For a moment, everything inside Rogers Arena felt suspended in time.The cracks in the ice spread slowly, like veins creeping across the surface.The crowd’s roar had turned into a low, uneasy murmur.Players stood frozen near their benches.No one moved.Then the lights flickered.Panic in the ArenaA sharp metallic pulse echoed through the rafters.The silver device hidden above the arena flared brighter.Another CRACK split the ice.This time, a visible fracture opened near center ice.Fans gasped.Arena staff rushed forward, shouting instructions.“Everyone stay calm! Please remain seated!”But the tension was already snapping.High above, Crown Court agents stepped fully into view along the upper concourse.Their silver-lined cloaks shimmered under the arena lights.One raised his arm.“Begin extraction.”Jake Strikes FirstIn the upper corridor, Jake moved like a storm.He hit the first agent before the man even finished speaking.The impact sent the agent crashing into a wall.

A week after the championship, Vancouver was still celebrating.Murals of the Vancouver Grizzlies had appeared across downtown. Kids wore tiny jerseys with “Baby Fangs” on the back. Every sports channel replayed the final goal on loop.But for the Thorne family, the spotlight had finally dimmed—at least for a moment.And for the first time in a long while…Things were quiet.Morning at the LakeThe frozen lake behind the cabin had smoothed out again, the towering ice structures from Finn’s earlier outburst now melted into a clean, glassy surface.Perfect ice.Jake stood at the edge, holding two pairs of very small skates.“You sure about this?” he asked.Alex leaned against the railing, arms crossed, smiling.“They’ve been waiting all week.”Behind them, the cabin door burst open.Finn ran out first.“Skate time?!”Liam followed, slightly wobblier but just as excited.“Boom skate!”Jake crouched down, holding up the tiny skates.“Alright, first lesson.”First Steps on IceMinutes late

Opening night arrived in Vancouver with a kind of electricity the city hadn’t felt since the championship win.Outside Rogers Arena, fans packed the streets hours early, chanting, waving flags, and holding up signs:“DEFEND THE CUP!”“THORNE FAMILY FOREVER!”“PUP POWER RETURNS!”Inside, the arena lights shimmered across freshly resurfaced ice.Perfect.Or at least, it looked perfect.Pre-Game TensionIn the locker room, the Vancouver Grizzlies prepared in silence.Gear tightened. Sticks taped. Focus locked in.Brody broke the quiet first.“Anyone else feel like the ice is… watching us?”A few players chuckled nervously.Alex didn’t.He sat still, staring down at his skates.“I felt it yesterday,” he said.Coach stepped forward.“Whatever’s going on off the ice,” he said firmly, “you leave it there.”He pointed toward the rink.“Tonight—we play hockey.”Alex nodded.But deep down, he knew—it wouldn’t stay that simple.The Twins ArriveHigh above the ice, in the secured luxury box, Fin