Chapter one. The call of the ancestor
"CALL OF THE ANCESTOR "
In a very quiet watchful and mindful wilderness, where shadows moved around quietly and the trees in the forest seems to breathe with an ancestral sounds, full moon rose lighting up the night. But the night was different from all others nights. It was the night of the Full Moon Call.
A holy time when wolves of the ancestral bloodline come together under the stars to listen closely to the voice of their ancestors. At that moment, any distraction was completely forbidden.
For years back then, the call was heard only by those destined for greatness, those chosen to uphold the holy order of the Gentlemen Wolves. A secret clan of special class of people which have superior, intelligence and powerful, the
werewolves bond by honor, loyalty, and traditions. Among them none were more mysterious or more respected except the masked alpha.
Here come a young man named Liam david, Liam lived a very simple life, raised by his grandmother who often warned him never to go into the wilderness on the night of the full moon. She never explained to liam why and liam never ask.
On the night of his eighteenth birthday the moon begin to rise fully and brighter, not an ordinary naturally bright, liam felt strange. The air around him pulsed with energy. He could hear every insect buzz up and down, every rustle of tree leaves, every distant like wolf that echoed through the night. Then it happened exactly.
A sound unlike anything he had heard before breakthrough from the sky. It was not a wolf, not quite. It was more a melodic, sorrowful, powerful call that shock him into the inner part of heart. His blood heated, lost of focus, His skin burned, his muscles trembled, vibrating with fear and the forest began calling him by name.
Upon all his grandmother’s warnings, liam left his house barefooted, he was drawn toward direction source of the call.
Deep into the forest he ran until he reached an ancient stone circled, by the moon’s silver fire, He wasn’t alone there.
Reaching there he saw a very tall standing and proud werewolves dozens of them but not ordinary ones. These were men and women transforming in forms, their eyes glowing with power In the center.
Here stood Lucky Dan in a dark suit, his face covered by a silver wolf mask. He radiated control and silence.
Lucky dan turned toward liam direction, “The full moon has spoken, he said in a very low commanding voice. “The blood awakens.
At that moment Liam collapsed, he was overcome by the forces of change.
Before he could scream his bones twisted, his eyes went red.
He ulter a mournful scream. The Gentlemen Wolves watched in silence, None of them interfered for liam. This was destiny.
When liam awoke the next day, he found himself in the ancestral lodge of the Gentlemen Wolves, a hidden place buried in the heart of the forest, occupied with old wood firelight and books bond together in leather and secrets. Lucky dark stood over him,
You are one of us now, Lucky said. “You heard the call. You answered it. You carry the blood of the first wolves.
Liam was confused and afraid, then asked the only question that made sense. Why me? He ask.
Lucky didn't hesitate. “Because you are the last son of the Moon bloodline born, Your father once stood in this circle. He died protecting the code.
liam didn’t know he had a father who was anything more than a name in an old photograph.
Everything he knew was falling apart.
Over the following days, liam trained with the Gentlemen Wolves involving himself lift with no choice He learned how to fight with honor, how to control the beast inside him how to listen to the forest and speak through with his heart.
He wore his suit with pride as every gentleman wolf always did dressed in fine well tailored garments to represent the discipline of their order But within, a storm raged with so much uncontrollable anger.
The Full Moon Call was not just a ritual. It was a warning. Something was about to happen, An ancient and angry,
The spirits of the forest had given whispered sign of a fallen alpha a historical king called "larry" the Crimson wolf who was once banished for defying the secret code.
He had returned with a pack of rogues with so much rascality, determined to claim the forest and awaken the Dark beast Moon.
Lucky called a secret council. “The boy is not ready, one elder protested and said,
“He must be Lucky replied. “The moon choose him.
liam, overhearing the truth, stepped forward. I may be new to this but if the forest is in danger, I will fight For my father. For our code."
The night of battle came swiftly. Under the blood-red moon the Gentlemen Wolves stood in formation, dressed in shadow and stand steel, their eyes burning with purpose. liam stood beside Lucky, not longer the frightened boy but a young wolf with fire in his heart.
The rogue banished wolf pack came like a storm, snarling and wild, their leader a massive figure violent, uncontrollable anger and hatred. larry roared, “Bow before the Dark Moon, or to be destroyed!
Lucky stepped forward. We bow to no darkness. We are the light of the forest, The legacy of the true wolves.
The battle began like a thunder storm, different species clashing under the moonlight. liam fought with instincts that surprises the entire gentlemen wolf even himself. He moved like he had done this before, perhaps in another life. And when Lucky was struck down by larry, it was liam who rose in furious to rescue him.
With a powerful (howl) mournful cry that echoed across time, liam released the dormant force within him the Lunar Flame, a power only the Moon born could use to fight. It cause scared across the field, driving back the darkness putting them in their places with tensions. larry was consumed not by fire, but by the very code he had betrayed.
In the silence after the battle, Lucky looked up at liam injured but proud. “You are the alpha now, he whispered at liam.
liam helped him to his feet. “No. We lead together."
And so, the Gentlemen Wolves stood united beneath the returning light of the moon. The forest sang it approval. The call had been answered to them
From that day on the name liam was etched with praise into the ancestral stones beside the greatest of leaders.
A new era had began an era of honor, balance and the enduring strength of brotherhood.
And every full moon the call would come again, whispering through the trees:
Deep in the forest covered with Silvers of wood, Mountains beside a luxurious and mysterious estate beautiful and greatest, few ever dared to dream of going near it.
Only very few selected were ever allowed inside the estate.
As for the outside world it was known as “The Gentlemen’s Club, a private lodge for the richest most powerful, and most secretive men in the region. But to those who truly knew its purpose, it was far more than just a club.
It was a sanctuary, a stronghold and most importantly it was a secret home for special wolf pack,
Built many decades ago, The Gentlemen’s Club was never meant for ordinary men.
It was established by the original five bloodline alphas and different characteristics kind of wolfs. Brotherhood was an ancient lineage of werewolves who governed their kind with strict codes of loyalty, secret, and honor. The club was their gathering place of meeting point a political and spiritual center where matters of territory bloodlines and alliances were decided.
Every generation of alphas since then had maintained the culture, custom, and tradition guiding them effectively.
The current Alpha of Alphas, Daniel friday, the member of the crew incharge of steering the boat, who stood at the edge of the club. Very intelligent, regal,and deadly, Daniel was a creature made of poise, a counterweight giant and powerful in nature.
His dark eyes control storms of memories and authority with command his voice deep and commanding, it could silence a room with just a whisper.
Daniel had led the club for over a decade years now and had seen peace maintained across the werewolf territories without issues or complain. But late run things were shifting not according to expectant.
A whispers of rogue rascal wolves, betrayals appear a stirrings of old enemies who return from the shadows
Inside the walls of The Gentlemen’s Club, every detail was accurately and purposefully.
Rich mahogany: a distinctive odour or smell panel line, the scent of smell, lighter and cigarette smoke clinging up and down all over the air like a memory.It is a Portraits past of alphas pasted all over the walls of the great hall, a thick hard faces painted in oil looking very adorable their eyes seem to follow every move.
A massive fireplace blazed in the center to remind every wolf present there that warm a moderate degree of heat could also get burn.
The story begins when a young werewolf named liam david is invited into the club rare and controversial decision, liam was not born of a noble bloodline. He was an orphaned wolf raised by humans.
unknown of his inheritance until the moon called him at sixteen. He survived the transformation alone in the wild hunted and hated, before he could be able to control the strength of his words with discipline spread, and it reached the ears of Daniel friday himself.
Liam was the first outsider ever considered for membership. He arrived at the gates on a stormy night his face bruised, with heaven strike, his eyes cautious against danger and heart pounding with shock.
He wasn’t sure if he was being invited in or being lured into a trap. The guards studied him before leading him inside. He was shown to the Initiation Chamber where everything is done, where the five council alphas, including Daniel waited in a circle.
Each man tested liam not with questions but with truths. They triggered memories of pain back then, betrayal and anger. They tried to rattle him with different kind of sounds shaking and vibrating against one another all to put him into trial, break his calm, force the wolf inside him to surface But liam stood his ground strong He neither grumble nor shifted, He spoke with dignity and clarity.
