2025-11-22 01:04:18The First Change
The morning sunlight spilled across Silverwood like golden syrup, warm and inviting, yet Aiden felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air. He tried to ignore it as he went about his routine, but the memory of the pendant, the letters, and his father’s unusual look from the night before lingered like a shadow. Breakfast was quieter than usual. Liam moved around the kitchen with a precision that seemed unnatural. The pancakes were perfect, their shapes more intricate than usual, almost lifelike. Aiden noticed that Liam’s eyes, usually a steady brown, seemed sharper, glinting with something unfamiliar. “Something’s different,” Aiden said casually, trying to make it sound like a joke as he reached for syrup. Liam froze mid-pour, turning his gaze toward his son. For a moment, Aiden thought he saw surprise maybe even fear in his father’s eyes. Then he smiled, forcing the usual warmth. “You’re imagining things, son. Just one of those mornings.” Aiden shrugged, though he didn’t believe it. Later, while helping Liam repair the old fence at the edge of their property, the first real sign of change became undeniable. “Could you hand me that hammer?” Liam asked, his tone calm. Aiden complied, tossing the tool toward him. But instead of catching it with his hands, Liam leapt, twisting midair, and snatched it with a precision that seemed beyond human. Aiden’s jaw dropped. “Dad… how did you do that?” Liam chuckled nervously. “Practice. You know, years of experience.” But the tremor in his hands betrayed the lie. Something was happening, and it was more than just skill or practice. The forest loomed nearby, dark and dense, almost alive with whispered secrets. Aiden felt a tug of unease. He had always loved exploring the woods as a child, but now it seemed to pulse with something ancient, something waiting. As the day wore on, small oddities continued to accumulate. Liam’s sense of smell appeared heightened he could detect the faint scent of a fox moving through the underbrush, the aroma of berries ripening before their season. His eyes caught the smallest movement: a squirrel darting through the branches, a bird landing a hundred feet away. Aiden didn’t know what to make of it. Was his father… changing? That evening, Aiden went to check on Liam in the workshop, where the old man had been tinkering with an assortment of tools and wood. “Dad?” Aiden called softly. Liam didn’t respond. He was hunched over a piece of wood, carving it with careful precision. But Aiden noticed something impossible: the speed, the skill, the fluidity of his movements far beyond what a human should manage. “Dad… really, what’s going on?” Aiden pressed, stepping closer. Liam set the carving down and ran a hand over his face. His eyes, dark and haunted, met Aiden’s. “It’s… complicated. Things in our family… sometimes awaken when you least expect them.” Aiden’s heart sank. “Awaken?” Liam hesitated. “I shouldn’t say too much yet. But just know that you might start seeing things differently. Soon.” Before Aiden could ask more, Liam left the workshop abruptly, disappearing into the forest behind their home. Aiden followed at a distance, worry and curiosity warring within him. The forest was quiet eerily so. Leaves whispered in the wind, shadows danced with the fading sunlight, and the air carried a scent that Aiden couldn’t place. Liam stood in a small clearing, muscles tensing as if preparing for something. Then, with a strength that made Aiden gasp, Liam lifted a fallen log with one hand, tossing it aside like it weighed nothing. “Dad that’s impossible,” Aiden whispered, stepping closer. Liam’s eyes met his, a mixture of fear, shame, and something raw flickering in them. “Aiden… I didn’t want you to see this. Not yet. But it’s already begun.” The words hung in the air, heavy and cold. Aiden felt the forest close in around him, and for the first time, he realized the stories of his family, the letters, the pendant they weren’t just old relics. They were warnings. That night, Aiden lay awake, thinking about the day’s events. He replayed every detail: the superhuman strength, the sharp senses, the haunted look in his father’s eyes. And then, he heard it a low growl, soft and distant, coming from the woods beyond their backyard. He froze, his pulse quickening. A part of him wanted to dismiss it, to convince himself it was just an animal. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t. It was something else. Something… connected to his father. The next morning, Liam seemed calmer, almost too calm. Breakfast was normal, the pancakes imperfectly imperfect, just as they should be. Aiden tried to gauge whether the previous day had been a fluke, a dream, or something real. But as he left for school, he noticed a strange mark on his father’s arm faint, barely visible, yet unmistakable. It looked like a burn, or a scar, but with the shape of a wolf’s paw. “Dad… what is that?” Aiden asked, concern lacing his voice. Liam’s face darkened. “It’s nothing,” he said firmly, covering it with his sleeve. “Go to school, Aiden. I’ll explain everything eventually.” School that day offered little distraction. Aiden’s thoughts wandered constantly. He couldn’t shake the memory of the forest, the log, the strange senses, and the mark. He wondered if Isla had noticed anything strange in her own life, but she seemed blissfully unaware, chatting happily with friends and sketching in her notebook. When lunch came, she nudged him with her elbow. “You’ve been quiet all day. You’re seriously worrying me.” “I’m fine,” he said, though he knew he wasn’t. “Just… tired.” Isla wasn’t convinced. “Aiden, you’ve been acting like this since well, forever. But today? Today’s different. Something’s going on.” Aiden wanted to confide in her, but he couldn’t. Not yet. How could he explain that his father might be… changing into something other than human? That the family secret hinted at in the attic was not just a legend, but a living truth? By the time he returned home, dusk had settled over Silverwood. The forest beyond their yard seemed to darken unnaturally, shadows stretching like fingers. Aiden saw Liam standing at the edge of the woods, as if listening for something. “Dad?” he called. Liam turned slowly, eyes reflecting the fading light. “Aiden… you need to stay inside tonight.” “Why? What’s going on?” Aiden demanded, fear rising in his chest. Liam’s expression softened, tinged with sadness. “Some things are beginning, son. Things I can’t control. But you need to trust me. For now, just stay inside.” Aiden wanted to argue, to demand answers, but he sensed the weight of his father’s words. He obeyed, retreating into the safety of their home, but the unease didn’t leave him. That night, as he lay in bed, the wind carried whispers from the forest. The trees seemed alive, swaying unnaturally, and somewhere in the distance, a low, guttural growl echoed. Aiden pulled the blanket tighter around himself, gripping the wolf pendant he had found in the attic. He understood now that his life was no longer ordinary. And tomorrow, he knew, the first real test of his courage and his bond with his father would begin. The shadows outside seemed to promise it: change was coming. And Aiden had no choice but to face it.
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