Echoes Of Our Lost Parts

The Strange Howl

The night of my birthday had finally arrived, a night that had been anticipated for what felt like an eternity. It is my grand awakening day, the day I would finally become a full-fledged werewolf princess, and the weight of that expectation hung heavy in the air.

I really hope nothing goes wrong

The full moon, a glowing orb of silver, hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the gathered crowds. The atmosphere was electric, charged with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

As Lady Sophia helped me into my gown, I couldn't help but feel a slight sense of unease. The ball was a grand affair, and I know that I would be under scrutiny from the moment I step into the ballroom.

The gown was a deep rich blue, with intricate embroidery and beading that sparkled under the candlelights. My hair was styled in an elaborate updo, with strands of silver and gold woven through the braids.

As Lady Sophia finished the final touches, I took a deep breath and stood up, my eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror. I looked regal, poised, and confident. But beneath the surface, I am still the same uncertain princess.

"Are you ready, Your Highness?" Lady Sophia asked, her voice soft and gentle.

I nodded in response, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that I had to be brave, to face whatever lay ahead with courage and determination.

As we made our way to the ballroom, I could feel the weight of my responsibilities bearing down on me. But I am the princess, and I had to live up to the expectations of my role.

Guests from the neighboring lands of Vampires and Elves had arrived to witness the spectacle, their faces filled with anticipation and curiosity.

They had all heard the whispers, the doubts that had been circulating about my ability to fulfill my role as princess.

The main purpose of this ball is to witness my full awakening as a werewolf at the exact age of eighteen.

I could have fully awakened my bloodline power and tranform into a complete werewolf earlier but it had failed—twice. This is where my lack of internal confidence stemmed from, and this is also the last chance I really had to ascend and transform.

My delayed awakening had sparked a flurry of speculation, and many had begun to wonder if I am truly fit to rule.

In the world of the supernaturals, the lack of strength means you are useless and prone to being bullied. The weak has no say where the strong prevails.

But I, Melinda was determined to prove myself.

As I stood on a raised platform, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. I had been waiting for this moment for two years from the second time my awakening had fail, and now, finally, the time had arrived.

As the moon reached it peak, I could feel the transformation taking hold. My body slowly began to shift and contort, my bones snapping and reforming into those of a werewolf. The pain was intense, a searing agony that threatened to consume me. I could not help but raise my mouth transforming to a snout to the skies and howl.

My howl echoed through the night air, a mixture of agony and excitement. It was a sound that was both primal and beautiful, a sound that seemed to speak to something deep within the hearts of all who heard it.

The crowd watched in awe, their eyes fixed on my figure as I thoroughly transformed before their very eyes.

Just as I completed my transformation, a faint howl came from a direction of the lands of Vampires, Darkcrow.

The sound was deep and rich, synchronizing perfectly with the echoes of my howl. The two voices seemed to blend together, echoing back to the empire of werewolves, Luna.

Everyone in Luna heard the second howl, but didn't think much of it. But I heard it differently.

I heard it not just with my ears, but with my heart. It was as if the sound had uncontrollably pulled a string in my heart, evoking a feeling I could not explain yet.

Strangely, I felt all the emotions in that second howl like they were mine - the longing, the pain, the sense of loss and yearning. And also, flashes of memories that weren't quite mine, started popping up in my already unstable mind. It seemed to bring along a piercing headache.

Before long, it stopped as quickly as it had started.

A sense of tension rose up from my feet as a soothing chill ran down my back. A void in my heart that I didn't know exists, seemed to fill up almost completely.

I felt less empty and more complete. The sound of the second howl continuously echo deep down in my mind.

Dakir's POV

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After the scary encounter with the terrifying black silhouette, it unceremoniously vanished. But strangely since then, the growing stomps on the either side of my head protruded a little longer, taking the shape of a thick horn.

Also, it felt cold to touch, as if it was naturally wrapped in ice. The chillness emanated when I touch it seem not to reduce at all, even after a few days had passed.

Worry couldn't help but crept up my heart. What really made me start growing horns, I didn't know. Coupled with this new change of and from the unknown.

Have I been cursed?

While I quietly sit in this cage, worrying about what was happening to me, I suddenly started to feel the familiar stirrings of the full moon's power. But this time, it was different and stronger.

I was an elven prince that got bitten by a werewolf that Blackraven, my uncle sneakily brought into the empire of elves in the past.

An unidentified werewolf had sneaked an almost fatal attack on me in the last war against the coup, more than a decade ago. Since then, I have been noticing signs of transformation into a werewolf, which has never sit well with me.

I was a prideful pure blood elven prince for goodness sake!

This time, I could feel the transformation taking hold, the sensation of my body changing, shifting into something else.

Sadly, it was way more intense than it was in the past.

My eyes couldn't help but widen in horror as I feel my senses grow sharper, my muscles slightly bulging, becoming stronger.

"These are really signs of truly transforming into a werewolf. I shouldn't be experiencing this. Not this intense"

I cried out in horror and shock.

But the signs had been there, hadn't they? The increased sensitivity to the moon's cycles, the strange dreams, the feeling of restlessness and agitation.

My mind reeled as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me.

How was this possible? I am an elf, pure, proud and simple. I didn't expect the curse of the werewolf to totally dominate my bloodline.

"I cannot let this happen to me"

I took a deep breath to harden my resolve.

But as I looked down at my hands, I noticed that they were already shifting. My fingers were lengthening, my nails sharpening into claws. My heart immediately sank when I realize that I am indeed becoming a werewolf.

I couldn't stop it at all.

The implications were dire, most especially, in the lands of Vampires. I tried to suppress the changes but to no avail. Only a short moment after, an loud howl subconsciously escaped my mouth now turned snout.

Ooww!!!

Melinda's POV

The effect was mesmerizing, a haunting melody that seemed to capture the very essence of the night. The crowd gasped in awe, their eyes fixed on my werewolf form.

I stood proud and tall, my dark silver fur glistening in the moonlight, my eyes glowing with a fierce inner light.

I am no longer just a princess, but a powerful werewolf, a creature of legend and myth.

As the last notes of the howl faded away, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. I am certain that I have taken the first step towards claiming my rightful place as the werewolf princess, and I was determined to prove myself worthy of the title.

But amidst the celebration, a sense of unease settled over the Wolf King, the Emperor. As an alpha wolf, he could hear and feel wolves howl better than any other else. It felt familiar, and yet, not. He could sense the emotions behind the howl, the depth of feeling that had gone into it. And it angered him. He stood up, his eyes scanning the room, as if searching for the source of the howl.

"Which one of your kingdoms dares lock up one of my people?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

The room suddenly fell silent, as all eyes turned to the Emperor. The air was thick with tension, as everyone waited for a response.