The reason
972 Words
“Just trust me on this,” I reassured her.
She scoffed, “What? Werewolves are going to jump out of nowhere and eat me? Travis, I have lived in this town all my life, nothing’s going to happen,” she insisted, waving her hand in protest.
“So you're saying you haven't heard of anyone going missing, kidnapped, or being killed around here?” I asked with a more serious tone.
Her silence was heavy, then her voice lowered to a murmur, “I know that….”
“Then allow me to drive you home,” I muttered, my gaze fixated on her. Opening the passenger’s door, I waited for her to get inside.
She hesitated for a moment, then got into the car. Closing the door behind her. I got into the driver’s seat and zoomed off.
The drive to her home was quiet and awkward. I kept my eyes on the road, fighting the urge to talk about werewolf stuff as I didn't want to scare her but I knew I’d have to eventually tell her.
Then it hit me, tomorrow was a full moon. If I could convince her to come into the woods with me, I’d just show her the truth instead.
Thane grumbled inside me, a restless approving growl vibrating through my bones.
“Take the left at the next turn,” Elena directed, her voice breaking the silence.
I glanced at her but Thane made sure my gaze lingered a bit longer, he liked her. Her long blonde hair flowed down her shoulders and her face sparkled in the dim light, a beauty she was.
It felt like I was seeing her for the first time, noticing her beauty. Thane moved within me, his howl echoing in my mind and forcing me to clench onto the wheel to keep control.
As we turned onto the next turn, a modest house came into view and I saw a couple standing outside, watching us.
“We’re here,” Elena said, her eyes shifting to the couple which I guessed were her parents. I parked the car, its engine sputtering to a stop.
“Thanks, Travis,” she murmured, running her fingers through her damp hair.
“Stay safe,” I replied. She nodded before stepping out of the car and I watched her walk into her parent's embrace.
Just then, my phone rang. Glancing at my phone screen, it was my father. I exhaled deeply and answered the call.
“Father,” I muttered, my face hardening.
“Come to the lab now,” his voice growled through the phone, deep and intimidating.
“Father, it's late and I'm tired. Can't whatever it is wait till tomorrow?” I answered back, my face twisting in frustration.
There was a pause on the line, then his response came, cold and final, “You know I hate to repeat myself. Get here now, don't make me call you again.” The call ended abruptly.
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“Good day, Sir,” One of my father’s guards scurried to me, bowing slightly as I got down from my car.
“Where’s my father?” I asked, scanning the surroundings as I headed for my father’s mini-estate entrance.
“He’s in the lab waiting for you,” the guard answered, keeping pace with me.
My father was the formidable Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack and he ruled with iron fists. He made sure to eliminate every other pack in the town to maintain his dominance.
He had put me in charge of overseeing our hospital dealings and charity organizations in Kentucky while I was in school before he recently ordered me back to Texas to assist him with his experiments.
It was a decision that didn’t sit well with me but he was the boss, and his experiments weren’t something he joked with.
As I walked into the lab, there he was, standing before the clear glass window, his huge stature rigid with anticipation as he observed the room beyond.
“Father,” I muttered, taking my place beside him.
“Travis,” he replied, his focus still on the sight before us. Beyond the glass stood the head doctor, Mr. Charles, and beside him was a man standing in a glass box connected to a machine. Mr Charles held a switch, ready to extract.
“I’m ready to extract the blood,” Mr Charles started, turning the switch on. The machine roared to life, extracting blood from the man’s veins.
I let out a frustrated sigh, “Dad, we’ve tried this before. Only Valerie’s blood can stabilize the super-werewolves, what’s the point of this?”
My father didn’t blink. With his hands clasped behind his back, he muttered,
“Travis, that young man there is a hybrid and not just the kind we’ve tried. He’s a royal blood from both sides, pure vampire, pure werewolf. A first,”
“And in case you haven’t noticed, we are extracting every last drop of blood from him this time. This is different,” he continued, his voice hardening.
My lips parted. Maybe this could work, I wondered. The man’s body started trembling, his eyes widening as the machine drained his life force. We watched in silence as his struggles subsided, his face turning pale and lifeless.
Charles broke the silence, “Phase one completed. Now we mix his blood with Valerie’s and transfuse it into our army of eager werewolves,” he said calmly.
His assistant brought in a small glass bowl of Valerie’s blood, pouring it into the machine. Gradually, the wall before us slid open, revealing a row of chained werewolves in their human form, their eyes glowing with wild hunger as transfusion tubes linked through them.
Father’s lips curled as he growled, the atmosphere tensed up,
“Begin.”
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