Chapter 10: The Werewolf’s Mark
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Amelia sat in Ethan’s office, the nearly completed mural a vibrant testament to her vision. The bold colors and intricate designs reflected themes of renewal and hope, elements Ethan had specifically requested. She glanced at him as he stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the golden hues of the setting sun.
“You’ve been quiet,” she said, breaking the silence.
Ethan turned, his expression tense. “There’s something you don’t know about me. Something I’ve kept hidden from the world.”
Amelia frowned, sensing the weight in his tone. “What is it?”
He hesitated, his hands clenched at his sides. Then, with a deep breath, he spoke. “I’m not... entirely human.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”
Ethan stepped closer, his piercing eyes meeting hers. “I’m a werewolf, Amelia. I inherited it from my mother’s bloodline. It’s not a curse, but it’s a part of me—one I’ve spent my life controlling.”
The words hung in the air, surreal and unbelievable. Amelia’s breath hitched, and she instinctively took a step back.
“You’re serious,” she whispered.
Ethan nodded, his expression pained. “This is why I’ve kept people at a distance. It’s dangerous, and it’s complicated. But I couldn’t keep this from you any longer.”
Amelia stared at him, her mind racing. Fear and disbelief warred with the trust she had built in him. But in the depths of his gaze, she saw vulnerability—a man baring his soul, hoping she wouldn’t turn away.
“I need time,” she finally said, her voice shaking.
Ethan nodded, understanding. Time was the one thing he was willing to give her, no matter how much it cost him.
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