Blood moon

Chapter 87. Only Himself

Harley had regained the wolf inside him by the kindness of the goddess Selene, but now she had given him a condition to be able to use it, he could only use it when his life was at risk, in any other case he could not experience the connection with his wolf, that seemed worrying to him, because the access was completely limited, that made him feel a little vulnerable, but at the same time he knew he had an ace up his sleeve.

When the wolf returned to his body, it was as if a part of his soul came back to him, he was finally whole. Now he understood in a deeper way than before, he needed nothing, no one, only himself. His heart swelled further in his chest, now he could feel his heart finally pounding.

—You're home— he announced to the sky.

Tears ran down the werewolf's eyes, by the time he took his car back to the city the smell of blood hit his nose, even through his tinted windows, then he understood better than anyone that his advanced senses had returned. He had a very bad feeling about what was going on, so he opened the door, put one foot down and realised there was one nearby.

He was coming from a house, then I realised that it was a house of one of the pack, I knew the man, he was nice he went home from time to time to do the maintenance, then I approached for the entrance, I realised that the door was open and then the smell of blood was even worse.

—Daniel— tried to call out to him —Daniel.

I repeated in a more attentive tone. She took a deep breath before entering the house, she was glad the goddess had blessed her, at least if an opportunity to fight presented itself, she could use it. Harley Halland took a hesitant step into the house, the ajar door had allowed her easy access. An unsettling sense of déjà vu ran down his spine as the metallic smell of blood filled his nostrils. His heart pounded, and the feeling that something terrible had happened took hold in his mind.

The interior was in semi-darkness, only the dim light filtering in from the half-closed blinds revealed the scene before his eyes. As he cautiously moved forward, the creaking of the floor seemed to whisper ominous secrets.

In the living room, he found the limp body of a man lying on the floor. His pale skin and glassy eyes spoke of a life taken. She recognised the man immediately, he was the one who had been in charge of maintaining the werewolf pack that Harley led. The claw and bite marks on the man's body confirmed his fears: he had been the victim of a brutal attack.

Harley swallowed hard, his pack leader instincts kicking in. He knew he had to take swift action to protect his own and seek out those responsible for this atrocity. As he rolled up his sleeves to avoid contaminating the scene, his eyes met a trail of blood leading deeper into the house.

Following the trail, Harley moved forward with determination, determined to uncover the truth behind this grisly murder. Each step brought him a little closer to the dark mystery that loomed over his werewolf pack, and he was determined to find justice, no matter what the consequences.

Harley put a hand over his mouth, he was scared, but there was no trace of the person who killed him, he had the scent of a wolf. Now that he was in my mind I realised I would have to find him, I was on the lookout for him, when I tried to contact some of the police men, none of them answered, I tried to dial someone in the pack, but the feelings I had inside me, I had given him the idea that there was something wrong.

He then walked away to go to the office, he had a registered gun that he could use if necessary. Then he walked towards the building, that's when he realised that there was no one there, it was empty.Harley entered the company with cautious steps. The usual work activity that filled the corridors and offices seemed to have vanished completely. The silence that surrounded him was unsettling, and an uneasy feeling came over him.

As he walked through the corridors, the smell of blood began to permeate the air, becoming more intense as he neared the boardroom. Harley's heart pounded in his chest as he moved towards the half-open door to the room.

He pushed the door carefully and was transfixed by what he saw. In the centre of the plush boardroom, a limp body lay, surrounded by a pool of blood that stretched across the marble floor. The chairs and conference table were overturned, indicating a violent altercation.

His mind filled with questions, but before he could begin to answer them, he realised that something was very wrong. The blood in the boardroom didn't seem to be the only sign of violence; there were signs of a fight that had spread through the company.

With a lump in his throat, Harley realised he had to act quickly. He did not know who or what had caused this chaos, but it was clear that the situation was dangerous and required immediate attention. As he prepared to call the authorities and seek answers, he wondered how such a familiar place could become such a grisly scene in such a short time.

An eye for an eye, it could be read in blood.

Harley slowly withdrew from the boardroom, feeling the weight of worry crushing his shoulders. As he closed the door behind him, the smell of blood still permeated his senses, a constant reminder of the violence he had witnessed.

He leaned against the hallway wall, trying to keep his composure. His mind was full of unanswered questions, each one increasing his unease. Who had attacked his colleague and friend? Why had they come to such a confrontation in the company? The security he used to feel in that place was now completely gone.

Worry made him mentally go through the list of employees and colleagues he knew in the company. All of them were at risk of having been witnesses or victims of what had happened. He wondered if their loved ones were aware of the situation.

With a deep sigh, Harley realised that he could not just stand there. He needed to act quickly and responsibly. He pulled out his phone and dialed the police emergency number, reporting the scene he had discovered.

As he waited for the authorities to arrive, his thoughts became introspective. He reflected on how life could change in an instant, how apparent safety could crumble in the blink of an eye. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to uncover the truth behind what had happened and to protect his team and his company.