WOLF BOY

Transform or die!

A group of ominous figures, dressed all in black, were gathered around the cottage. Their hoods obscured their faces, but their glowing yellow eyes were a clear sign of danger.

The door to the cottage was smashed open, and a body lay motionless on the ground nearby. Was it his mother? Was she still alive? And who were these people, and what did they want? With a fierce determination burning in his chest, Callaghan steeled himself for whatever might come next, ready to do whatever it took to keep his loved one safe. Without a second thought, he charged past the black-clad figures towards the fallen body, his heart beating so hard it felt like it might burst through his chest.

"Mom!!!" he screamed as he fell on his knees and cradled his battered mother in his arms.

Blood was everywhere, splattered over her clothes and claw marks covered her face, making it almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were barely open, and her nose looked broken. Callaghan's mind was racing with fear and anger, but he knew he had to stay strong for his mother.

As he looked up, he saw the men who had done this to his mother approaching him. They were like shadows, moving closer and closer until they were right in front of him. Callaghan's eyes widened in disbelief as one of them stepped forward into the moonlight. This man was different from the others. His eyes blazed with a fiery red, and his fingers were abnormally long, almost like claws.

Callaghan's chest heaved with heavy panting as the red-eyed man stared at him intensely, as if he could see right through him. The man's gaze was terrifying, and Callaghan felt like he was being hypnotized by those piercing red eyes.

As Grandalf looked closer, he noticed something strange about Callaghan's face. It was almost like he was wearing a silvery mask, and Grandalf couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mouth dropped open in shock, unable to process the information in front of him.

As Grandalf approached Callaghan, his facial expression twisted into a wicked smirk. Greta had been lying to him all along. Grandalf, with a simple flick of his finger, signaled his pack to grab Callaghan. In a split second, they had him in their clutches, squeezing tightly and restricting his movements.

Callaghan let out a desperate cry, begging for mercy and pleading to be released. But Grandalf was not interested in his pleas. He leaned in close to Callaghan's face, his breath hot and putrid on the boy's skin. Callaghan tried to maintain a tough exterior, but his heart was pounding with fear and his mind was racing with thoughts of escape.

"Transform and hand over the mask," Grandalf growled, his voice like a razor blade cutting through the air. But Callaghan remained silent, his head hung low and tears streaming down his face.

I don't know what you're talking about," Callaghan said, his voice trembling. He desperately wanted to leave and attend to his ailing mother.

"Transform!" Grandalf bellowed, his eyes glinting with an eerie light.

Callaghan's heart raced as he repeated his earlier plea.

"I said I have no idea what you're talking about."

Grandalf's nose lifted in the air as he snorted in disgust.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," he sneered, his demonic grin sending shivers down Callaghan's spine.

"Like mother, like son," Grandalf continued.

"I know you're deceiving me because your mother did the same. If you lie to me one more time, you'll end up like your mother."

Callaghan's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan, but Grandalf's words left him paralyzed with fear. The only escape seemed to be to transform into a wolf, but he he didn't know how to transform. He peered into Grandalf's red ember-like eyes, trying to find a way out.

The tension in the air was palpable as Grandalf waited for Callaghan's decision. Would he transform or die? The choice was his.

“Please, allow me to save my mother. She's going to die," begged Callaghan, his voice trembling with desperation.

Grandalf sneered at him.

"Then transform into a f*****g wolf right now, and I shall grant you your request."

Callaghan shook his head frantically.

"Please trust me when I say the truth. I have no idea how to transform into a wolf, nor do I know where the mask is."

Grandalf's face contorted with anger and frustration. He could see the mask on Callaghan's face, yet the boy continued to deny it.

"Just freaking transform," Grandalf bellowed, his voice cracking and echoing like thunder through the air. As a powerful alpha, one command should be enough to make an omega succumb and transform. But Callaghan refused to obey him.

With a growl of rage, Grandalf stepped closer to Callaghan, his teeth clenched and his razor-sharp claws extended. He thrust his claws into Callaghan's stomach, drawing blood. The pain radiated from Callaghan's stomach to his head, blurring his vision and making him feel like he was about to pass out. It felt like someone had taken a scalpel to his insides and was slicing away with reckless abandon.

Callaghan cried out in pain, but still he did not transform. He didn't know how.

"I have no idea where the mask is," Callaghan blurted out, his voice strained and desperate. Grandalf's pack squinted their glowing eyes at Callaghan's face, but there was no mask to be seen. So, what mask was their Alpha instructing the poor boy to remove? They wanted to ask, but the fury in Grandalf's eyes made them think twice.

"Are you going to shift or not?" Grandalf demanded, his voice low and menacing. Callaghan's anger boiled over, and he let out a string of curses that echoed through the clearing. His second head voice pleaded with him to calm down, but he couldn't help the wave of rage that washed over him.

"Damn it!" Callaghan spat, his words dripping with venom. The pack gasped in wonder as Callaghan's voice thundered through the air.

Grandalf's laughter echoed, taunting Callaghan with each deep, throaty chuckle. He was surprised by the young boy's boldness, and a sick pleasure pulsed through him as he considered the ways he could make Callaghan suffer.