HOW MY FATHER BECAME A WEREWOLF (THE UNKNOWN IS HIS FATHER)

Chapter 4: The Full Moon Curse

The Full Moon Curse

The full moon rose that night like a silver sentinel over Silverwood, bathing the town in an eerie glow. Shadows stretched across the forest, bending unnaturally as if alive, and the wind carried a chorus of whispers through the trees. For Aiden, the night had never felt heavier, more alive, and more terrifying.

He had been lying awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, the silver pendant clutched tightly in his hand. Its cold weight seemed to pulse with energy, a heartbeat in rhythm with his own racing pulse. Everything he had discovered the attic, the letters, the journal, the truth about his grandfather had led to this moment. And now, as the moon climbed high in the sky, he could feel it: change was coming.

Liam had gone into the forest earlier that evening, claiming he needed to “prepare.” Aiden had tried to follow but had been stopped by the pendant’s strange warmth. Almost as if it was warning him to stay back.

The house was quiet, unnaturally so. The usual creaks and groans of old wood were drowned by the tense silence that filled the rooms. Aiden’s imagination ran wild: what if his father didn’t come back the same? What if the stories, the warnings, and the letters were all true, and Liam Liam would become something beyond human?

Hours passed. Then, from the forest, came the first sound: a low, guttural growl, barely audible, yet enough to make Aiden’s blood run cold. His father’s voice or something that resembled it

echoed across the trees, strained and wild.

Aiden rushed to the edge of the woods, peering through the dense underbrush. What he saw made his stomach drop and his chest tighten with a mix of awe and terror.

Liam was no longer entirely human.

Muscles rippled beneath his skin, expanding unnaturally as his body contorted. Fur sprouted across his arms, creeping up his neck, dark and thick, shimmering silver in the moonlight. His eyes glowed gold, radiant and feral, while his teeth elongated into fangs that glinted like knives. The transformation was agonizing, beautiful, horrifying, and majestic all at once.

Aiden stumbled back, clutching his chest as if to steady his racing heart. “Dad… oh my God…” he whispered, tears stinging his eyes.

The figure that had been Liam, that gentle, pancake-making man who had held him as a child, now crouched on all fours, a wolf-man hybrid of immense size and presence. The golden eyes, however, were unmistakably Liam’s.

“Aiden… stay back,” came his father’s voice, deepened, guttural, yet still unmistakably human in tone. “I… I can’t control it yet.”

Aiden froze. Part of him wanted to run, to escape the horror before him, but another part the part that had always loved his father fiercely rooted him to the spot. He couldn’t abandon Liam, not now, not ever.

The first step Liam took was deliberate, cautious, as if testing the limits of his new body. Each movement was fluid, terrifying, yet graceful, like a predator aware of its own strength. He shook, a low growl resonating in his chest, and the sound vibrated through the forest, unsettling even the night birds.

Aiden’s hands shook, and the pendant grew warmer in his palm. Almost as if it was reacting to the transformation. Almost as if it was alive.

“Dad… what’s happening to you?” Aiden’s voice cracked, the fear he had held at bay spilling over.

Liam’s eyes softened, the human warmth breaking through the beastly glow. “It’s the curse, son. The full moon it awakens the blood. I warned you I warned you it would come.”

Tears pricked Aiden’s eyes. “I don’t understand. Why? Why now?”

“You were never meant to see this first transformation,” Liam admitted, his voice low, almost pained. “But the family bloodline has been dormant too long. And now it claims me.”

The first real test came almost immediately. A deer, startled by Liam’s sudden presence, leapt into the clearing. In a flash, Liam moved faster than Aiden’s eyes could follow and brought the deer down with a precision that was both awe-inspiring and horrifying.

Aiden gasped. “Dad! That… that’s impossible!”

Liam looked up, shaking his head as if trying to snap himself back into human restraint. “I’m...I’m still me, son. Still me.”

But the struggle was clear. His claws dug into the earth, his body shaking violently, his growls a mixture of pain, instinct, and fear. The man Aiden knew was trapped inside a beast, fighting to maintain his humanity.

Aiden’s mind raced. He had to help his father, but how? How could he reach the man behind the wolf? He remembered the pendant in his pocket and held it out, hope burning in his chest.

“Dad the pendant!” Aiden shouted.

Liam’s eyes flicked toward the silver paw, recognition sparking even through the feral transformation. He hesitated, sniffing the air, muscles tensing as he struggled against the bloodline instincts surging through him. Slowly, almost painfully, he lowered his body toward the pendant, the pull of the family artifact guiding him.

Aiden felt a surge of relief, but he knew this was only the beginning. The transformation could not be undone, not entirely, and the bloodline within Liam would only grow stronger with each full moon.

The first night of transformation ended as the moon began its descent. Liam’s breathing slowed, and though still covered in fur and exhausted, the golden glow in his eyes dimmed back to a familiar brown. The wolf retreating into the man he loved, but not entirely gone.

Aiden approached cautiously. “Dad are you okay?”

Liam smiled faintly, exhausted, sweat and fur matted together. “I’m alive. That counts, doesn’t it?”

Aiden laughed nervously, relief and fear intertwining. “Barely,” he muttered.

For a moment, they sat together in silence, watching the forest reclaim its quiet. And though the night was dark, the bond between father and son had never felt stronger. Liam had faced the beast within, and Aiden had faced the unknown.

“You’ll have to learn to control it,” Liam said finally, voice weak but resolute. “And so will I. This blood it doesn’t just awaken in me. One day… it will awaken in you.”

Aiden’s stomach turned. “Me? Dad… no! I’m just

just me! I’m not ready for this.”

“You won’t ever be fully ready,” Liam said softly. “But you will learn. You must. The blood chooses its own time, and the family legacy will call to you whether you like it or not.”

Aiden looked up at the silver moon, its light glinting across the trees. He realized that everything had changed in one night. The ordinary world he had known the small town, the quiet life, the simple bond with his father was gone. In its place was a world of bloodlines, power, and danger. A world where love, loyalty, and survival were inseparable.

And yet… in the midst of fear and uncertainty, Aiden felt a strange exhilaration. The forest no longer seemed threatening, but alive with possibility. A family legacy centuries old was calling to him. And though he trembled, he knew that whatever came next, he would face it

alongside his father, his friends, and, perhaps, even Isla.

The first full moon had risen, and the curse had awakened. But the adventure the fight for love, family, and survival was only beginning.