LEGACY OF THE MOONBLOOD

Chapter 4: Back to Reality

Lyra's heart was pounding in her chest and pounding against her ribs. Memories of the coffee attack have faded away and now merge with the horror of the night. The connection between them was undeniable: The attacker in the café, the terrifying creature in the forest, they were all the same.

So why did he attack her? The confusion surprised him. He was a normal barista and lived a normal life. This illusion in the supernatural world frightened him and he desperately wanted answers.

With her heart heavy, Lyra refused to leave the void with the wolf at her side. The forest, once a place of comfort, now felt like a maze full of secrets and hidden dangers. Every rustle of leaves, every rustle of a tree sent a wave of fear through him.

The retreat seemed longer than he remembered. The heightened emotion that had once seemed exciting had now become a burden. Every sound and every smell is amplified, bombarding him with unwanted information.

Finally, the silhouette of the city appeared through the trees. Relief washes over you like a soothing wave. She wanted to live her life sooner, but a new curiosity made her smile. She couldn’t ignore what had happened, she couldn’t pretend it wasn’t true.

Reaching the edge of the city, Lyra didn’t hesitate. Feeling uncertain, the wolf growled softly, his amber eyes filled with worry. She knew it was dangerous to go back to the café. What if the attacker was still alive? What if someone had seen him transform? But the idea of ​​confronting Mr. Davies, explaining that he wasn’t there, and ignoring the destruction he had caused, carried him forward. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked into the city.

The streets were bustling with activity, in stark contrast to the tranquility of the silent forest. People came running, not forgetting the turmoil inside him. Lyra felt sad for a moment because she longed for a life without supernatural events.

He arrived at the coffeehouse with a familiar sight shining in the city's sea of ​​chaos. He soon opened the door.

The warm, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the nose. He was relieved to see Mr. Davies behind the counter cleaning the espresso machine. He looked up to see the doorbell ringing, a tired smile on his face.

"Lira!" He wondered, raising his voice. 'Here you are! I'm starting to worry.'

Lyra's throat was bruised with guilt. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words would not come. How could he explain the truth? How could he tell her that he was now a wolf hunted by a beast? When Mr. Davies saw that she was not coming. He kept his eyes closed. 'What is it, Lyra? You look good. Are you OK?"

Lyra forced herself to smile, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I'm fine, Mr. Davies. Only...' a few nights. "

He looked at her carefully, his eyes turning to look under the jacket. 'Good night, huh? Don't you know anything about a broken window?'

Lyra's heart is dark. Mr. Davies's suspicions had already been aroused. He had to be careful, he had to choose his words carefully. "I… Saw someone running away," he muttered. 'This is a dark picture. I didn't see who it was. " Mr. Davies sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "This town, I swear," he said quietly. "Something weird always happens." She looked at him again and her concern turned into a bright smile. “Look, why don't you go home and rest? We can talk in more detail tomorrow.'

"Thank you, Mr. Davies," Lyra replied, her voice filled with gratitude. She knew she couldn't stay long. Every second spent in the city increases the risk of detection.

Lyra took one last look at the familiar café and stepped onto the crowded street. The wolf waiting patiently outside bent its leg. He took a deep breath and followed the wolf; his presence was a comforting reminder that he was not alone in this strange new world.

They walked down the street, and as they walked, the lights of the city darkened into a kaleidoscope of colors. Lyra's mind was racing, frantically searching for answers. Who was the attacker? Why was he targeted? And most importantly, what did it mean to be a wolf?

They arrived at his building, a small, modest house in a quiet corner of the city. When they arrived at the building

, Lyra knew she couldn't hide forever. The questions taunted him and demanded answers. He needed more information about the wolves, the animals that attacked him, and the special bond he felt with the wolves.

He took a deep breath and turned to the being next to him. "You understand, right?" he whispered, his voice barely shaking in the darkness of the night. 'I need to know what's going on. Why me?'

The wolf seemed to bow his head in understanding, his amber eyes shining with strange intelligence. Then, with a quiet grunt, he turns and starts walking away.

Lyra's heart tightened. Was it to leave him? But just as despair threatened him, the wolf stopped on the nearby road and looked at him expectantly.

Lyra followed without hesitation. The narrow street was plunged into darkness; the only light filtering in from under the streetlamps. When the visitor entered the shadow, it moved down the spine.

Just when he thought the wolf had trapped him, a bright light caught his attention. He entered through the door at the end of the street, covered with a loose cloth. The wolf approached him carefully.

Intrigued but wary, Lyra approached the door. The warm fabric caught her as she hit it. The room beyond was small and dim, but a strange energy hung in the air. In the middle of the room sat an old woman, her face covered in a thousand wrinkles, her eyes glowing with an inner light.

“Welcome, child,” the woman said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was waiting."

Lyra froze, not knowing what to do. "Who are you?" she stumbled. "What do you know about me?"

The woman laughed strangely. "I am Elara," she replied. "You too, my child, you are also from the moonline."

Lyra's thoughts changed. Blood moon? What did this mean? A series of questions filled his lips, but Elara reached out to silence him.

“Your journey has begun,” Elara continued, her voice taking on a prophetic tone. "You are a werewolf who maintains the balance between our world and the shadows."

Lyra held her head, trying to digest this crushing revelation. Wolf Man. The word came to his mind and his disbelief was replaced by a terrible truth.

"The being you encountered," Elara continued, her eyes wide with the knowledge that unsettled Lyra, "is an evil Alpha, a being corrupted by power. It seeks to disrupt the balance and save our world from chaos."

Fragments of the cave's prophetic memories reappeared in Lyra's mind. She, the beacon of hope, is destined to protect their world. A sense of fear and responsibility came over him.