Chapter 8: The Blood Moon Rising
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Chapter 8: The Blood Moon Rising
The night of the full moon came wrapped in an eerie crimson glow.
Aria and Lucian sat together at the cave’s entrance, the forest bathed in blood-red light that pulsed like a heartbeat. The hunters had vanished for now, but the danger loomed close—as if the moon itself was a warning.
Lucian’s breathing grew heavier, eyes flickering between his human form and the wolf beneath.
“It’s starting,” he whispered.
Aria held his hand tightly. “I’m here.”
He nodded and shifted, muscles rippling, bones reshaping. Fur sprouted, teeth elongated, and in moments, Lucian became the powerful wolf she had first met—majestic, fierce, but vulnerable in a way only she could see.
He prowled the edge of the cave, restless, howling softly to the crimson moon.
Aria knelt, speaking gently, “You’re not alone.”
Suddenly, a rustle came from the underbrush.
The hunters.
Aria’s heart pounded as shadowy figures appeared between the trees, rifles raised.
Lucian snarled and charged, a blur of silver fur and razor teeth.
But Aria stepped forward, shouting, “Wait!”
The hunters froze, surprised by her boldness.
“I know what he is,” she said, voice steady. “But he’s not the monster you think. He’s protecting this forest—and all of us.”
One hunter lowered his rifle, skeptical but listening.
Aria’s gaze met Lucian’s glowing eyes. “Let me help you break the curse.”
The hunters exchanged uneasy glances.
This was just the beginning.
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