All Chapters of Heir of The Werewolf Blood: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
Chapter 1 Cracked Reflection
“Grrr…!!!”The guttural sound shattered the morning silence. Birds in the pine forest flew away in panic, their wings flapping wildly before disappearing behind the thin mist.A young man staggered on the riverbank. His breathing was heavy. His chest rose and fell as if he'd just run a long distance. His hands gripped his own head.“Where am I…?” he muttered faintly.“Who exactly am I?”The calm river water reflected his face. The face of a strong and handsome young man, with a defined jawline and eyes that were foreign to himself. His hair was dark, slightly disheveled. His skin was full of faint marks, remnants of a wild life.He stared at the reflection for a long time. Too long.“Why can't I remember anything…?” he whispered again.“Rustle!”His body tensed instantly.From behind the pine bushes, two large wolves emerged slowly. Their bodies were sturdy. Dark gray fur. Their eyes glowed bluish, piercing through the morning mist.The young man reflexively took a step back.“Don't…
Chapter 2 I Will Back
"Harry."The voice wasn't loud. It was almost drowned out by the rustle of the morning wind. But it was enough to make Harry's body go rigid instantly.He stood at the edge of the trees, one foot still planted on the damp forest soil, the other barely touching the foreign, hard ground. The city light crept slowly over the horizon, pale yellow, cold, and stinging his eyes. The smell of hot asphalt, exhaust fumes, and rusted metal assaulted his nostrils, so different from the scent of pine and wet earth that had been his world until now."Harry."This time it was clearer. Closer.He knew the voice, even before he turned around. The voice that had led him for years. A voice that never gave commands, yet was always obeyed.Harry took a deep breath, then turned slowly.Alpha stood a few yards behind him, precisely on the thin line between the forest shadows and the city light. The massive body stood tall, solid, as if integrated with the ground beneath it. The six other wolves crouched nea
Chapter 3 The Old Man ( Arthur )
Harry ran.Not a normal run, not a human run. It was an instinctive run, fast, silent, calculated. His feet hit the wet asphalt with short, light steps, his body leaning forward, ready to turn or jump at any moment. He had just gotten off an old bus that had stopped too long at the intersection, and ever since, his chest felt tight.Too many eyes.Too many sounds.Too many smells.The city assaulted him from every direction.The shouts of vendors, the roar of engines, deafening horns, and strange smells mixed into one—hot oil, human sweat, smoke, and something foul yet sweet. All of it made his head buzz. His wolf instinct screamed that this place was wrong. Too open. Too crowded. No trees. No safe shadows.Harry crossed the street without looking at the light. A car nearly hit him; the driver cursed loudly. Harry didn't understand the words, but the tone was clear enough. Threat.He entered a narrow alley between two old buildings. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and fallin
Chapter 4 The Engraving Beneath the Pendant
Harry curled tighter under the thin blanket, his body trembling not just from the cold, but from the horrifying realization that he might have risked everything for nothing but new confusion and fear.Arthur, who seemed more accustomed to the city night's cold, shifted slightly, arranging the cardboard scraps around them as a windbreak."You must be very hungry, son," Arthur's voice was soft now, no longer as rough as before. "That bread I gave you won't be enough to sustain you. It was only bait."Harry opened his eyes. He was still alert, his ears catching the distant traffic sounds, which now felt slightly muffled within their small shelter. He couldn't see Arthur clearly, only a large shadow beside him."I'm not hungry," Harry lied, his voice still rough and weak. He didn't want to burden this stranger, this person he'd only met hours ago. In the forest, sharing was a sign of trust; here, sharing food felt like begging for alms, an act that lowered his self-worth."Don't be stupid
Chapter 5 Shadow Between Words
Harry knew something was wrong even before his shoulder was shoved hard from behind.His body instinctively moved first. He spun around, his left foot stepping forward half a step, shoulder lowered, ready to charge. The movement was too fast, too wild for a human. A hand slipped off his jacket.“Whoa, relax! Relax!” a panic-stricken voice yelled.Harry stopped right before impact. His breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling. In front of him, a young man with a sling bag stepped back, eyes wide.“What’s wrong with you?” the man grumbled. “I just bumped you a little.”Arthur immediately appeared beside Harry, his thin but firm hand pressing Harry’s arm down.“I apologize for him,” Arthur said quickly, his voice friendly but cautious. “This kid… his hearing isn't very good.”The man scoffed, glancing at Harry from head to toe. “Next time don’t space out in the middle of the street.”He left while muttering curses softly.Harry still stood stiffly. The man’s fear scent still clung t
Chapter 6 Evidence of the past
"Arthur, wait!" Harry yelled, running to catch up with his new mentor. His voice was too loud, too wild. He clutched the folded note tightly in his left hand.Arthur stopped abruptly on the busy street corner, without turning around. He let out a long sigh before finally turning slowly, his expression now flat with exhaustion."What are you holding, Harry?" Arthur asked, his eyes focused on Harry's hand, not his face.Harry hesitated. He held the paper with both hands now, pulling it away from Arthur. "You dropped this. On the bench earlier."Arthur moved closer, his gaze hardening. "I didn't drop anything. That's not mine. I also know someone's been watching us.""There's a message inside," Harry insisted, feeling his wolf instincts urge him not to trust anyone except his Alpha. It read... "'Watch the boy. He's not yours.'"The air around Arthur seemed to thin. The older man quickly scanned left and right, watching the passing crowd, then pulled Harry into the shadows of a closed sto
Chapter 7 The Truth Begins to Emerge
"If you want to keep breathing tomorrow morning, listen closely, Harry. This city doesn't forgive creatures like you."Harry didn't reply.Arthur pulled his arm tighter, nearly dragging him out of the alley's shadows. His face was deathly pale as he peeked outside, making sure the two large men were actually gone.The city's sounds returned horns, footsteps, unfamiliar conversations as if what had just happened was merely a brief illusion. For Harry, however, the world had not returned to normal.His wolf instinct was still wired, like a muscle refusing to relax after the hunt. He followed Arthur's gaze, scenting the air, searching for any lingering traces of danger."They won't come back now," Arthur finally whispered. "But that doesn't mean we're safe.""Who were they?" Harry asked quietly.Arthur swallowed. "Thorne's trash." The name slid from Arthur's mouth like poison. "They know someone saw you. And now... now they know you're not just some confused lost kid.""Thorne?" Harry re
Chapter 8 The Urban Wolf
"I know you're here," the cold, trained voice echoed, breaking the silence of the harbor warehouse. "You've been holding onto our property for too long, Aubrey boy. Give me the necklace, or I'll make sure you end up worse than your father."Harry froze, his entire body tensing like a steel cable ready to snap. The scent of expensive tobacco and high-quality leather pricked his nostrils, a stark contrast to the rotten smell of the docks. The voice was authoritative, sharp,exactly the tone that haunted his worst nightmares. Marcus. It had to be Marcus."Harry, don't move!" Arthur shouted from behind a stack of crates near the entrance, his voice choked with fear.Harry gripped the necklace beneath his shirt. Outside the crate, the expensive footsteps drew closer, stopping directly in front of the gap where Harry hid. The man didn't need to see. He knew Harry was there."You won't escape me, lost boy," the voice hissed, and Harry could feel the cold threat seeping through the wooden crat
Chapter 9 Harry's Revenge
“Do you realize, Harry,” Arthur’s voice trembled, strained by ragged breaths, “that one more step back there… we both wouldn't have walked out alive?”Harry didn't answer.He pulled Arthur away from the ruins of the old building, where stone, iron, and dust mingled with the faint, metallic scent of fresh blood. The place that, minutes earlier, had almost become their tomb.Every one of his wolf instincts screamed for him to return, to finish Marcus off right there and end it all.But he forced himself to keep running.Fleeing from that confrontation was the hardest thing he’d ever done.They didn't stop until they reached a new hideout, a small warehouse behind a long-abandoned fish market.The pungent, fishy odor stung the air, mingling with the scent of old burlap sacks and rotting wooden crates. The place wasn't worthy of being called home, but it was secluded enough from the Black Hand, who were clearly watching the harbor.Arthur collapsed onto a pile of sacks, gasping for breath
Chapter 10 The Aubrey Family Mansion
“If you step outside now, Harry,” Arthur’s voice was stifled by heavy breathing, “you might never come back.”Harry stopped at the warehouse threshold, but he didn't turn around.“I haven’t been back in too long,” he replied softly.He walked away, leaving the foul-smelling warehouse without looking at Arthur’s face once. He knew Arthur worried. He knew this decision was selfish and dangerous. But the truth about the Aubrey Family, about the Black Hand, and about Marcus called to him more strongly than any safety the hiding place could offer.He couldn't stay silent anymore.For a whole day, Harry disappeared into the city shadows. He moved without visible purpose, but his senses were fully engaged. He listened to the whispers of dock workers, fragments of conversation in cheap pubs, the complaints of old people who still remembered the city’s past. Information about the “old Aubrey family residence” was never spoken out loud. The name still carried fear.As dusk fell, Harry finally a