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CHAPTER 10 – WHEN THE MOON CALLS HIS BLOOD
WHEN THE MOON CALLS HIS BLOODThe night air felt heavier than usual, thick enough that Liam Hawthorne could taste the metallic tension on his tongue. Somewhere deep in the forest, something growled a low, soul-splitting rumble that vibrated in the bones of the earth. And even before he turned, even before he inhaled, he knew who it was… or rather, what it was.His father.The father who had raised him with steady hands.The father who had taught him courage before he knew fear.The same father who had become the one thing Liam had sworn never to bea werewolf born under a cursed moon.But the hardest truth wasn’t that his father had transformed.It was that he had been hiding it for years.And now… the truth was hunting him.Elara stayed close behind him, her steps light but trembling. She had never seen Liam’s face like this sharp with fear, carved with pain, and shadowed by a rage he could barely hold back.“Liam,” she whispered, fingers tugging lightly at his jacket. “Talk to me. T
CHAPTER 9 — THE NIGHT HIS BLOOD AWAKENED
THE NIGHT HIS BLOOD AWAKENEDThe wind over the rooftop tasted different tonight. Cooler, sharper, almost metallic like the air before a storm, even though the sky remained oddly clear. Liam Hawthorne stood alone, staring out over the sleepless city as if its countless lights might somehow anchor him to humanity. But nothing felt grounded anymore. Not his breathing, which kept rising in shallow bursts. Not his heart, which thudded against his chest in a frantic rhythm. And certainly not his body, which felt ready to tear itself apart from the inside.He gripped the cold steel railing so tightly that the metal bent under his fingers, warping like soft clay. It should’ve scared him. Weeks ago, it would have. But fear had become an old companionone he had grown tired of acknowledging.Somewhere deep in his bones, something throbbed.A hunger.A pulse older than his bloodline.A call he didn’t understand but could no longer ignore.He squeezed his eyes shut as another wave of heat sur
Chapter 8: Whispers of the Enemy Pack
Whispers of the Enemy PackMorning came cautiously, like even the sun was afraid of disturbing the quiet after the Awakening Trial. Aiden woke late, muscles aching from the intensity of the fight, but beneath the soreness pulsed a strange, thrilling energy an awareness that wasn’t fully his before yesterday. Sounds were sharper, scents clearer, and his instincts quicker, like a second mind working beside his own.He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of his room, letting everything settle.The forest outside rustled, distant but distinct. He could pinpoint a squirrel leaping through branches two houses away. He could hear Isla’s laughter soft, bright drifting faintly from her backyard. And downstairsHis father’s heartbeat.Steady, slow, controlled.Aiden sat up abruptly. “Whoa.”He wasn’t imagining it. He wasn’t dreaming. The bloodline was awake now.He rushed downstairs to find Liam at the kitchen table, a mug of steaming tea in one hand, staring thoughtfully at the pend
Chapter 7: The Awakening Trial
The Awakening TrialThe forest was alive with whispers. The wind carried hints of danger, the crunch of leaves underfoot seemed amplified, and every shadow shifted with a consciousness that made Aiden’s heart race. He had spent weeks learning under his father’s guidance awareness, perception, control of his instincts and now, the first real test had arrived.Liam led him deeper into the woods, far beyond the safety of Silverwood. The trees here were ancient, towering like sentinels, and the undergrowth thickened until the path barely existed. Aiden clutched the wolf pendant in his hand, its warmth steadying him as he followed, each step a mixture of nervous anticipation and excitement.“Remember, Aiden,” Liam’s voice was calm but commanding, “the blood will call to you. It will sharpen your senses, strengthen your reflexes, and awaken instincts you did not know existed. But it will also tempt you, test your patience, and push you to the edge of control. Do not yield. Control is every
Chapter 6: Shadows Stir
Shadows StirThe next morning, Silverwood awoke to a crisp, pale light that filtered through the trees, softening the edges of the forest and the small town alike. Birds chirped as if nothing had changed, the baker called out greetings to early customers, and children laughed on their way to school.But for Aiden, nothing felt normal. Last night’s revelations the full moon, his father’s transformation, the bloodline legacy had settled deep into his bones. He carried the pendant in his pocket, its silver surface warm against his palm, a constant reminder that nothing in his life would ever be ordinary again.Liam had woken early, pacing in the kitchen with a quiet intensity that made the walls feel smaller, the air thicker.“Morning,” Aiden said cautiously, attempting a smile. “Sleep okay?”Liam shook his head, eyes sharp, alert. “Sleep is a luxury when your blood demands vigilance. You will learn this, Aiden. Blood does not wait for comfort.”Aiden followed his father outside, the sun
Chapter 5 : Bloodlines Revealed
Bloodlines RevealedThe 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
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