Moonlight Secret

Episode 3: Secrets Under the Moonlight

Andrea couldn’t ignore how much Elijah felt like a mystery wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit. The more they spent time together, the more she sensed there was something hiding behind his sharp wit, his fleeting smiles, and the way his gaze darkened when the conversation turned too personal. But it was a mystery she was desperate to unravel.

When Elijah invited her to his family estate, Andrea felt both nervous and exhilarated. The mansion was a beautiful yet eerie structure—grand but remote, nestled deep within a forest far from the bustling city. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, and Andrea could hear the distant hoots of owls in the night. It was the kind of place that felt alive with secrets.

After dinner, Elijah suggested a walk under the moonlight. He seemed distracted, though. His usual charming confidence was replaced with a restless energy, as if he were waiting for something to happen—or trying to prevent it.

They walked along the edge of the forest, where moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silver beams across the path. Andrea shivered slightly from the chill in the air, but it wasn’t just the cold that made her skin prickle—it was the tension radiating from Elijah.

“Elijah,” she began cautiously, “what is it? You’ve been different all evening.”

He stopped walking and turned to face her, his eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite place—fear, maybe? Regret? “Andrea… there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. “What is it?”

Elijah exhaled, his jaw tightening as if it took every ounce of his strength to speak the next words. “I’m not what you think I am. I’ve tried to stay away from you, but I can’t. And because of that, you deserve to know the truth.”

Andrea frowned, confusion washing over her. “What truth?”

Before Elijah could answer, his body suddenly jerked, as if seized by an invisible force. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and a low growl escaped his throat. Andrea’s breath hitched as she saw his eyes change—pupils narrowing into sharp slits, glowing with an eerie amber hue.

“Elijah?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He staggered backward, his muscles contorting under his skin, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You need to run, Andrea.” His voice was deeper now, rough and strained.

Andrea stood frozen in place, too stunned to move. In front of her, Elijah’s body shifted and twisted as fur began to sprout along his arms. His bones cracked and rearranged with sickening precision, and his face elongated into a snout lined with sharp teeth. Within moments, the man she had known was gone, replaced by a towering, silver-coated wolf that shimmered under the moonlight.

Andrea’s heart raced, but it wasn’t fear that gripped her—it was awe. The creature before her was magnificent and terrifying, yet those amber eyes staring back at her were unmistakably Elijah’s.

“Elijah,” she whispered, taking a cautious step forward.

The wolf growled low, as if warning her to stay back, but Andrea refused to be frightened. She reached out slowly, her hand trembling as she placed it on the top of his head. His fur was soft beneath her fingers, and the warmth of his body made her breath hitch.

“I’m not afraid,” she murmured. “Not of you.”

Elijah’s wolf form relaxed under her touch, his growls turning into soft whines. Andrea knelt before him, cradling his massive head in her hands, and in that moment, she knew the truth. No matter what he was—man or beast—she loved him.