Chapter 4 – Secrets Beneath the Moon
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The forest was silent.
Only the distant rustling of leaves and Ethan's uneven breathing disturbed the stillness. The black werewolf stood motionless, his broad back facing Ethan. His claws dug into the damp earth, and his ears twitched at every sound.
"Malik..."
The name echoed softly through the trees.
The werewolf lowered his head.
He knew there was no escaping the truth now.
Slowly, the massive creature stepped away from Ethan and disappeared behind a cluster of ancient pine trees. Moments later, Ethan heard painful cries—bones cracking, muscles shifting, and a muffled groan that sounded almost human.
He wanted to run.
Instead, he waited.
After several agonizing minutes, Malik emerged from behind the trees. He was barefoot, his clothes torn to shreds, his body covered with scratches and bruises. His dark skin glistened with sweat, and he looked exhausted.
He couldn't meet Ethan's eyes.
"I'm sorry," Malik whispered.
Ethan stared at him in disbelief.
"So... it really was you."
Malik nodded.
"I never wanted you to find out like this."
Neither of them spoke for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, Ethan broke the silence.
"Are you going to kill me?"
Malik's head snapped up.
"What?"
"Those wolves... they talked about humans like prey."
Pain flashed across Malik's face.
"I've never killed anyone."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I don't expect anything." Malik sighed heavily. "But it's the truth."
Ethan searched his face. There was fear in Malik's eyes—not the fear of being discovered, but the fear of losing someone he cared about.
"I've spent my whole life fighting the wolf inside me," Malik said quietly. "Every full moon I lock myself away. My grandmother raised me to believe that our strength is measured by what we refuse to become."
Ethan remained silent.
"You should leave," Malik continued. "The more time you spend with me, the more dangerous your life becomes."
"Dangerous because of you?"
"No."
Malik looked toward the dark forest.
"Dangerous because of them."
Meanwhile, hidden among the trees, glowing eyes watched them.
The gray wolves had not gone far.
Their leader crouched on a rocky cliff overlooking the clearing.
"So it's true," he muttered.
"The heir has chosen a human."
A younger wolf beside him frowned.
"What if the Council finds out?"
"They will."
"And when they do, they'll execute both of them."
The leader smiled.
"Unless we get to them first."
That evening, Malik brought Ethan to the old cabin where he lived with his grandmother.
The small wooden house looked ordinary from the outside, but inside it smelled of cedar, herbs, and old books. Strange symbols were carved into the beams, and bundles of dried plants hung from the ceiling.
An elderly woman with silver-streaked hair looked up from the fireplace.
She didn't seem surprised to see Ethan.
"I wondered when this day would come," she said calmly.
Malik froze.
"You knew?"
She smiled sadly.
"I've known since the night you were born."
Turning to Ethan, she offered her hand.
"My name is Evelyn Carter."
Ethan shook it nervously.
"You already know?"
"My grandson's secret?"
She chuckled softly.
"I've protected it for seventeen years."
She motioned for them to sit.
"There are stories the people of Blackridge have forgotten. Long before this town existed, two werewolf bloodlines ruled these mountains."
"The Black Moon Pack protected humans."
"The Blood Fang Pack hunted them."
Malik listened carefully. Although he had heard pieces of the story before, his grandmother had never told him everything.
"The two packs signed a truce after centuries of war."
"What broke it?" Ethan asked.
Evelyn's expression darkened.
"Love."
The room fell silent.
"A Black Moon Alpha fell in love with a human."
"The Blood Fang Pack called it betrayal."
"They slaughtered nearly everyone."
Malik swallowed hard.
"And now..."
Evelyn looked directly at Ethan.
"History is beginning to repeat itself."
Before anyone could speak again—
BANG!
Something slammed violently against the front door.
Then another impact.
The walls shook.
A deep growl echoed from outside.
Not one wolf.
Many.
Malik rushed to the window.
His blood turned cold.
More than twenty pairs of glowing eyes surrounded the cabin.
At the center stood the gray wolf leader.
He raised his head toward the moon and howled.
The hunt had begun.
Inside the cabin, panic spread like wildfire.
Ethan instinctively stepped away from the windows while Malik moved in front of him without thinking. Even in human form, every protective instinct told him to shield Ethan from the danger outside.
Another heavy blow struck the front door.
BANG!
Dust drifted from the wooden ceiling.
"They're trying to break in," Ethan whispered, his voice trembling.
"They won't," Evelyn replied with surprising calm.
She walked to a shelf near the fireplace and retrieved a small wooden box carved with crescent moons. Opening it carefully, she removed a pouch filled with shimmering silver powder.
"What is that?" Ethan asked.
"A blessing passed down through our family for generations."
Evelyn sprinkled the powder across the doorway and along the windowsills while softly reciting words in an ancient language. As the final grains touched the floor, the moon-shaped carvings around the cabin began to glow with a faint blue light.
Outside, the wolves howled in frustration.
The gray leader approached the front porch and placed one massive paw across the invisible barrier surrounding the cabin.
A flash of blue energy erupted.
The wolf was thrown backward several feet, crashing into the muddy ground with a furious snarl.
"So," he growled, rising slowly, "the old witch still remembers the ancient protections."
Evelyn's eyes narrowed.
"They cannot cross the barrier tonight," she said, returning to the fireplace. "But the spell weakens with every full moon. It was never meant to last forever."
Malik clenched his fists.
"Then we need another plan."
Evelyn looked at both young men, her expression heavy with concern.
"You don't just need a plan," she said quietly.
"You need allies."
Before Malik could ask who she meant, a distant wolf howl echoed from deep within the mountains.
Unlike the Blood Fang wolves outside, this howl was powerful, noble, and commanding.
The wolves surrounding the cabin suddenly fell silent.
Even their leader lifted his head, his golden eyes narrowing.
Someone else had answered the call of the Moon.
End of Chapter 4.
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