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

Chapter 5 : Bloodlines Revealed

Bloodlines Revealed

The morning after Liam’s first full transformation, Silverwood felt different to Aiden. The sun seemed sharper, shadows longer, and the forest beyond their home almost sentient in its silence. He could still hear the memory of his father’s growls, the shimmer of gold in his eyes, the power that had radiated from him under the full moon.

Breakfast was quiet. Liam moved slower than usual, the exhaustion from last night evident in the slump of his broad shoulders. Aiden poured syrup over his pancakes, careful not to spill. “You okay?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

Liam looked up, and Aiden noticed a faint scarlet in his eyes a remnant of the struggle. “I will be,” he replied slowly. “But there are things you need to understand, Aiden. About our family, about the blood that runs through us.”

Aiden’s stomach tightened. He had anticipated some explanation, but the weight of it still felt suffocating. “I’m listening,” he said, trying to sound braver than he felt.

Liam sighed, tracing the edge of his mug with his fingers. “Your grandfather… the man I never spoke of, the one who fathered me he is the origin of the curse. A man of great power, but also… great mistakes. He dabbled in things beyond human comprehension, things that cost lives and changed the path of our family forever.”

Aiden leaned forward. “Why did you never tell me? Why did you keep this from me?”

“Because some truths are dangerous until you are ready,” Liam said softly. “And some legacies can destroy you if approached unprepared. I wanted to protect you, as much as I could, until the blood awakened.”

The pendant around Aiden’s neck warmed slightly, as if affirming his father’s words. It was more than jewelry it was a talisman, a connection to the family he had never known and to the powers that now touched their lives.

Liam stood and moved to the window, looking out at the forest. “Your grandfather’s name is Alaric. He was a man of contradictions: strong, clever, ruthless, but capable of… strange acts of love. He set the curse upon our bloodline intentionally, perhaps, unknowingly. That part remains a mystery.”

Aiden swallowed hard. “So… all this the letters, the pendant, the wolf instincts… it’s because of him?”

“Yes,” Liam replied, turning to face him. “And not just him. The curse has been passed down for generations. Each of us carries it in our veins, waiting for the full moon to call us to our true nature. It is not merely strength or speed it is hunger, instinct, and… power.”

Aiden’s mind reeled. He had always imagined adventure, magic, and mysteries but never this. A family legacy intertwined with wolves, with the moon, and with dangers beyond his comprehension.

“Power?” he asked. “You mean superhuman? Like last night?”

Liam nodded. “Exactly. But it is more than that. It is a connection to the forest, to the pack, to instincts you cannot yet control. It is beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. And, one day, you will inherit it. I only hope you are ready.”

Aiden’s stomach churned. “I’m nineteen, Dad! I don’t even know how to drive, let alone manage this!”

Liam chuckled softly, a sound tinged with nostalgia. “None of us are ever truly ready. We learn as we go. And that, my son, is the essence of survival in our family.”

The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Aiden’s heart skipped he hadn’t expected visitors.

“Come in,” Liam called.

Isla entered, cheerful as ever, holding a sketchbook under her arm. “I brought lunch. Thought you might be hungry after all that heavy discussion last night,” she said, glancing between father and son.

Aiden glanced at Liam, unsure if she should see him like this recovering from the transformation, already shifting between human and something more. But Liam waved it off with a smile. “Thank you, Isla. That’s kind of you.”

As Isla unpacked sandwiches and juice, she glanced at Aiden. “You’ve been awfully quiet today. Everything okay?”

Aiden hesitated. He wanted to explain, to share the secrets, but he knew the truth was dangerous. “Just… thinking,” he said finally. “About stuff.”

She smiled softly, reaching for his hand across the table. “Well, whatever it is, I’m here. You don’t have to handle it alone.”

Aiden’s chest warmed at her words. Even amidst this chaos, there was comfort in her presence. Love, he realized, was as essential as courage in facing the unknown.

Later that day, Liam decided it was time to show Aiden more. They walked together into the forest, deeper than Aiden had ever ventured. The air was thick with the scent of moss, earth, and something ancient an aroma that made the hairs on his arms stand on end.

“This is where our instincts awaken,” Liam explained. “This forest it’s part of our legacy. The blood responds to it, draws strength from it. You will learn to sense things you never thought possible movements in the shadows, sounds beyond human hearing, even emotions.”

Aiden followed, nervous but fascinated. “You mean… I could actually hear what animals feel?”

“Yes,” Liam said. “And more. But control comes only with practice. You cannot let the instincts dominate you, or you risk becoming… less than human.”

As they walked, Liam stopped suddenly, sniffing the air. His body tensed. “We are not alone,” he said. “Your grandfather left more than a legacy. He left… enemies. Those who would see our bloodline extinguished.”

Aiden’s heart pounded. “Enemies? Here? In Silverwood?”

“Yes. The forest protects us, for now. But threats come in many forms. Some human, some… not. You must be ready, son. Ready for what is coming.”

Hours passed as Liam demonstrated agility, strength, and subtle supernatural senses. Aiden watched in awe, noting the fluidity with which his father moved the predator within still tempered by human compassion.

By evening, they returned home. Aiden’s mind was exhausted but alive with questions. He couldn’t shake the image of Liam beneath the full moon, the forest alive with secrets, or the whispers of the past carried in the wind.

Dinner was quiet. Isla returned briefly, helping to set the table, chatting lightly to ease the tension. But even she noticed the intensity in Aiden’s eyes.

“You’re… different,” she said softly, leaning against the doorway. “There’s something new about you, about him about this house. I can’t explain it, but it feels like the world isn’t quite normal anymore.”

Aiden smiled faintly, grateful for her presence. “It’s complicated.”

And it was. Everything was complicated now. Secrets, legacies, curses, instincts, love, danger

they all collided in his mind, forming a web he could barely comprehend.

Later that night, Aiden returned to the attic, the pendant clutched tightly in his hand. He opened the journal again, reading passages he hadn’t noticed before. One sketch stood out: a depiction of Alaric under a full moon, surrounded by wolves, the air thick with power. Beneath it, a note in elegant handwriting:

“The blood must awaken in the rightful heir. Only then will the legacy survive. Guard them well, for the night is patient, and the past is never truly gone.”

Aiden shivered. He understood now: the curse was not just about strength or transformation. It was about survival, about choices, about protecting the family line. And he was a part of it

whether he wanted to be or not.

As he lay in bed that night, listening to the forest stir outside, he felt the weight of his destiny pressing down. The bloodline called to him, whispering promises of power, danger, and understanding. He knew that, soon, he would be tested not only by the supernatural but by love, trust, and the choices he would make.

And somewhere, in the shadowed corners of the forest, the legacy of Alaric watched and waited, a reminder that the past could never truly be left behind.

Aiden clenched the pendant, determination mixing with fear. The journey ahead would be terrifying, unpredictable, and life-changing. But he would face it, with his father beside him, and with Isla, who had become more than a friend. Together, they would navigate the shadows, confront the bloodline, and uncover the truths buried in the heart of their family curse.

The moon rose higher, silver light spilling across the forest, and for the first time, Aiden understood: the ordinary world he had known was gone forever. In its place was something older, darker, and infinitely more powerful a legacy that would shape him, his father, and everyone they loved.