All Chapters of Heir of The Werewolf Blood: Chapter 11
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Going Back in Time
"You're still alive..." Mrs. Gable whispered, her eyes fixed on the locket around Harry's neck.The kitchen door of the old mansion was barely ajar. The air inside was stuffy, smelling of dried lavender and dust. Harry stood stiffly in the doorway, suppressing the wild urge to barge in."I just want to know what happened to my father," he said softly, but his voice was loud with determination.Mrs. Gable stared at him for a long time, then quickly pulled him inside. The door was locked three times.Harry had left Arthur's warehouse earlier that morning without looking back. Guilt haunted him, but the names Aubrey Family, Black Hand, and Marcus were stronger than everything else.He had searched for clues all day. He listened to whispers from dockworkers, followed shadows, until he finally stood before the old Victorian mansion, the childhood home he didn't remember. The paint was peeling, the gate rusted. It was grand, yet dead.This is where everything began.And perhaps, this is whe
Seeking information
Harry slipped out of the upscale neighborhood, the paper with "The Silver Fox" address feeling hot against his pocket. Night had completely enveloped the city, providing the anonymity he desperately needed. After the trauma at the harbor and his encounter with Marcus, he couldn't return to Arthur. He had to move quickly and alone, carrying all the information he had gathered: The heirloom necklace, a planned murder, and the name of the mafia, The Black Hand.The Old District, where the bar was located, was the complete opposite of Mrs. Gable's luxurious neighborhood. The air was heavy with the smell of stale, dried seawater, cheap alcohol, and foul tobacco. The streets were narrow, winding, and dimly lit by flickering streetlights. Harry let his wolf senses take over, suppressing the urge to growl, and instead focused on listening.Two blocks before reaching the specified address, he felt a shift in the atmosphere. The energy in the air changed from chaotic disorder to organized tensi
Faster Than Shadows
Harry stumbled slightly as he took a deep breath in the dark hallway, holding the cold little drawer key in his hand. The chill of the metal pierced his skin, but the sensation that burned more intensely was the wave of pure rage that now swept over him. The key had been thrown by someone who knew he was there, someone who knew about his father's "treasure," and someone who called him Wolf. "They know," Harry muttered, his voice hoarse, almost a hiss. He discarded the small note attached to the key; he already knew the message by heart. The man or woman who threw this wasn't Thorne's ordinary lackey—this was someone operating on the same level as the invisible enemy. He couldn't go back to Arthur now. He couldn't hide in the fishy-smelling warehouse anymore. This new certainty, that he was being targeted by someone more cunning than Marcus, pushed him to act impulsively. I won't wait. I won't play by their rules. Harry turned, his eyes sweeping the darkness of the hallway, search
Chapter: 14 The Hunt for Victor Thorne's Trail
Harry took a sharp breath, the scent of church dust and receding police sirens filling his lungs. The figure in the doorway had disappeared, and the wooden box and black scarf now felt heavy in his hands."Arthur!" Harry yelled, his voice returning to a wolf's hoarse growl, overcoming the pain in his chest. He had to go back to his mentor. He couldn't leave Arthur alone in their warehouse.He bolted out of the church, his heart pounding not only because of the police who might arrive, but because of the terror of 'The Mentor's' calm voice.Harry ran across the city streets, now illuminated by floodlights. He moved away from the area he had just left, returning to the industrial district where he worked. He had to be fast. If Arthur was scared after seeing his power on the docks, he might already be gone.When Harry arrived at the warehouse near the fish market, he was out of breath. The warehouse was dark, but Arthur wasn't there. There was only a burlap sack he had left behind, and o
Chapter 15A wolf's instinct
Harry felt his whole body stiffen. The glare from the security spotlight stung, blinding him momentarily. Before him, Marcus stood calmly, an expensive-looking pistol aimed directly at his heart. Other shadows moved behind Marcus, surrounding the area he had previously assumed was clear."You are very fast, Harry Aubrey," Marcus said, his voice low, lacking the typical emotion of a bodyguard. "But you always choose the most obvious path. Welcome to my final trap."A trap. Harry felt a sting of humiliation. He had been played since the docks, and now he was caught in a lair controlled by Marcus. The wooden box from the church felt hot through his backpack, and the small drawer key felt like a deadly weight on his hip."I didn't choose the obvious path," Harry countered, his voice returning to a familiar low growl, more wolf than man. He felt the urge to unleash his full strength, but he knew if he transformed here, he would quickly be surrounded and killed. "You planned this, Marcus. Y
Chapter 16 Gunshot wound on the shoulder
Harry felt his shoulder burn, but he didn't stop running. The sight of Alpha in the distance—a wolf silhouette among the containers—and the roar of the car chasing him had triggered his final defenses. He let his wolf speed pull him out of the harbor danger zone, toward the busier district where the crowd would be his best shield.After running for what felt like forever, with his own blood staining his secondhand clothes, he managed to slip onto a busy tram line, blending in with the city residents hurrying home from work. The police sirens had faded, but he knew the Black Hand wouldn't retreat just because a bullet missed."They know I have the key," Harry muttered to himself, feeling his backpack. The wooden box and the drawer key now felt like a burning burden. He needed to find Arthur immediately, then Clara. He needed allies who weren't controlled by Thorne or The Mentor.Over the next few days, Harry lived in full surveillance mode. He didn't return to Arthur's warehouse, afrai
Bab 17 The Disguise
Harry took a deep breath, cold sweat soaking his back even though the temperature in Clara's office was quite cool. Marcus and The Mentor—the man who ordered Marcus to capture him—were only a few meters away outside the window. They had anticipated his presence."We need to leave here immediately, Harry," Clara hissed, her face taut as she packed the flash drive containing Wallace Grey's recording. "If they see you here, it will destroy everything we've planned."Harry nodded stiffly, forcing himself to look away from Marcus's reflection in the window glass. "I can't just leave. They know I'm here. If I run now, they'll know the plan failed, and they'll increase security at City Hall."Clara grabbed the fake ID and prepared waiter uniform. "We have to stick to the original plan, Harry. You must enter as staff. Don't act like a hunter; act like a tired waiter who wants to finish his shift quickly.""Arthur," Harry muttered, thinking of his homeless mentor he had left in the warehouse. "
Chapter 18
The Unmasking at City HallHarry felt the bite of the marble floor through his service boots, which were far too thin for the cold. The Mentor’s voice—a sound more terrifying than a wolf’s howl in a blizzard—still echoed in his ears. He felt dozens of eyes locking onto him, but more importantly, he sensed the organized movement of Thorne’s guards closing off every exit."Clara, I have to go! They’re moving!" Harry whispered into his earpiece, but there was no response; the comms line was dead, severed by Thorne’s signal jammers.Harry didn't have time to play the nervous waiter anymore. The self-control he had fought so hard to maintain amid the luxury vanished. He felt a familiar heat—the promise of a total transformation—but the unhealed gunshot wound in his left shoulder flared with sharp pain, acting as a tether. Not now. I need speed, not the full form.He backed away, trying to reach the emergency exit Clara had pointed out, but Marcus had already cut him off. Marcus, looking fa
Harry's Brutal Act
Harry launched himself off the stage stairs. Instead of crashing onto the crowded marble floor, he landed with bent knees on a pile of burlap sacks stashed backstage. Marcus's notebook felt hot in his grip, soaked in blood from his left shoulder."Dammit!" Harry yelled, ignoring the sharp pain as his muscles tightened. Sirens wailed nearby, cutting through the panicked screams of the guests.Marcus lay on the stairs, a black hole gaping in his left chest. He had saved him. The traitor who saved him. Harry didn't have time to process it."Marcus! I'll be back!" Harry promised the corpse, his voice choked.He looked for Clara. She was nowhere in sight. Harry knew she must be trying to escape to the press lines to distribute the footage, but now everyone would be looking for the wild man who had just caused chaos.The three remaining Thorne guards, who had previously cornered Harry, immediately turned around. They saw Marcus, then saw Thorne fleeing through the back door, and finally, th
The City Wolf
Harry felt his blood pumping hard, not only from the gunshot wound in his left shoulder but also from a cold, urgent fear. He was thrown from the City Hall roof onto the service building below, a leap that should have been impossible. Across the street, on the opposing building's roof, he saw Clara aiming her camera, and beside her, the silhouettes of Thorne and his still-organized guards."Clara! Get out!" Harry roared, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible amidst the deafening sirens from below.Harry knew he couldn't stay here. If he waited, the police, who were clearly under Thorne's control, would quickly find him at this altitude. He had to descend, get away from the crowds, and find an isolated place to hide.He immediately ran across the row of flat rooftops, using every shadow for cover. The wound on his shoulder bothered him, but his wolf instinct took over, ignoring the pain for survival. He moved at high speed, far above normal human capability, a demonstration of wild str