Chapter: 2
****** TALON: Nine. At the age of nine, I ran out of the blood that sustained me. For a year, I struggled silently, unwilling to reveal how deeply it affected me. I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy without it, but my efforts only led to restlessness, unconsciousness, and sleepless nights. The cold crept in, the bed felt foreign. Who could I confide in? Who would listen to the plea of a vampire boy thrust into a family where he never belonged? The memory of that fateful day still haunts me. How could I have mercilessly attacked Dirk? I couldn't explain the overwhelming impulse that drove me. The desire to connect with what he possessed consumed me. Did that make me insane? Powerless? A maniac, perhaps. I endured the consequences, tormenting myself night after night. I yearned to reverse time, but it was an irreversible deed. I had to bear the burden for the rest of my days. I had committed a shameful act, sowing seeds of hatred in the hearts of those who professed to love me. My uncle distanced himself, fearing I posed a threat to him and his child. Even after the birth, his visits dwindled until they ceased entirely, replaced by distant inquiries through my bedroom door. By eleven, the absence of the boys who once showed me kindness weighed heavily. I longed for their antics, their boisterousness, their concern. Yet, they were no longer part of my life. Perhaps they, too, harbored resentment towards me. That notion persisted until the day the little girl arrived, escorted by Storm and Kylo. They stood outside my door, engaging me in conversation while I sat, back pressed against the wood, listening intently. "Why won't he come out?" the little girl inquired. Since the night Luna Caleb brought me here when I revealed my blood shortage, I've pondered the same question. It soon became clear that I was confined to my room; leaving was not an option. Luna Caleb provided little comfort, merely inquiring about my well-being. I confessed my need for blood, admitting that a part of me withered each day without it. He escorted me to my room, issuing a directive that sounded more like a warning. "If you care about this household, you will isolate yourself until you can control your impulses." Those were his final words that night, and thereafter, he only appeared to deliver food, most of which I found unappetizing. Isolated and forgotten, I no longer attended Pack school. I was forbidden, kept apart, and forsaken. An enforced destiny. "Do you see that barrier over his door, Bryn?" Kylo's voice filtered through. The little girl murmured a soft affirmative. "We can't enter because of it, and he can't leave either..." Kylo elucidated, revealing that not only was I kept away, but I was also imprisoned in my own bedroom. They had orchestrated a life for me that I couldn't comprehend. None of this made sense. How could I learn to control something I couldn't fathom? If anything, my cravings intensified. I sensed their heartbeats, felt the blood coursing through their veins, and perceived the warmth, yet it wasn't their blood I yearned for. It was HIS. Luna Caleb misjudged me. I harbored no ill will towards anyone in the household, for it wasn't their blood I craved. Although the reasons eluded me, I vowed to uncover the truth. "But it's his birthday today," Bryn lamented from beyond the door, and a smile graced my lips. It was my birthday; a fact I had forgotten. They still remembered, crafting cakes that Luna Caleb would personally deliver to me. He forbade entry to all but himself, tending to me like a dedicated servant, protecting the Pack's Castle from the monster within. I resented Dirk for subjecting me to shame and degradation. Had he abandoned me, my upbringing might have been different, free from this torment. They claimed they aimed to assist me, but in truth, they sought to protect themselves. I was chased and bitten. I hadn't invited this suffering upon myself. It was the wolf who pursued and tormented me that they should have aided, not me. After Bryn and the boys departed, I found myself once again in solitary confinement. Each year following that birthday, I would hear the little girl's cheerful rendition of "Happy Birthday" from the other side of the closed door. The boys never accompanied her thereafter. She was a brave little fox, and I sensed a potential advantage in her presence, a notion that would prove true in the future. And so, for the ensuing years, I endured. I suffered. Alone and forsaken. Amidst the ensuing solitude, I finally found sleep after a prolonged struggle. In my slumber, the recurring dream revisited me, haunting me with its relentless pursuit and the fateful bite. That night, however, held a peculiar difference. Upon awakening from the nightmare, I saw the shadows of a white wolf adorning my bedroom walls. Initially gripped by fear, I mustered the courage to approach the wall where the shadow lingered, resembling a hastily painted image. In a voice that resonated within me, the wolf uttered a single word. "Vale." The utterance felt oddly familiar, and before I could inquire further, the wolf vanished. Collapsing to my knees, my gaze fixed upon the spot where the apparition had stood moments before, a searing pain welled up from within me. Familiar yet excruciating, this pain surfaced frequently, particularly on days like this. My Birthday. Overwhelmed by agony, I crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down my face. "Vale" — the name seemed to hold the promise of relief, a balm for my suffering. Summoning strength from the depths of despair, I whispered the name. "Vale." With those uttered syllables, I acknowledged that the name belonged to the wolf who had marked me, the one who had divulged his identity to me. Why had he done so? Out of pity? To aid me? Uncertain of his motives, one thing remained clear: I needed to invoke that name, to seek assistance. "Help me, Vale," I implored once more, sensing his presence drawing near. He recognized the name, responding to my plea. I had to leave. I had to seek him out. Then, the melodic voice from beyond my door reached my ears, and a plan began to form. I had to utilize her. I had to exploit her presence. "I'm sorry, Bryn," I whispered before instructing her to dispel the spell on my door. As a descendant of Leonardo, she holds in her blood the strength to unlock the spell. Initially silent, she eventually untied the String Of Bond, granting me the freedom to exit. Opening the door, I saw the girl for the first time, her beauty and cheerfulness radiating as she met my gaze with a smile. Returning the gesture, I sought to escape unnoticed. Silently slipping away, I found myself in the vast expanse of the outside world, the sun's harsh rays scorching my skin. Unable to leave immediately, I bided my time, waiting for dusk to cloak the land in darkness, enabling me to venture to the woods and seek Vale's aid in breaking the curse he had imposed upon me. In my heart, I sensed his presence, the scent of seawater permeating my being, guiding me towards him. The anticipation was arduous, impatience gnawing at me as I felt his imminent desire to leave. I had to act fast. Unsure of my appearance, I hadn't seen my reflection since succumbing to the blood's allure. Something within me had shifted since that pivotal moment, a change irreversibly altering me. Perhaps I truly embodied the essence of a monster. As Vale prepared to leave, retreating to the safety of the pack, I stumbled upon his location, and then I saw him. A Boy. He was but a boy, a stark contrast to my aging self. Despite my desire to retreat into the shadows of my personal hell, to not cause him any harm, the overwhelming pain obscured my vision. I perceived the fear in his eyes and demeanor, bravery underscored by fear as he cautiously introduced himself. He had asked who I was but when I didn't answer, he made to leave. An all-encompassing terror gripped me, a fear that he would leave once more, leaving me bereft of answers and doomed to endure the curse that had plagued me for countless years. Perhaps he held the key to my salvation. "Vale," I called out once more, witnessing the anguish reflected in his gaze as he sank to his knees. The pain mirrored my own, a familiar ache that had haunted me through the passing years. It was him — the wolf who had inflicted the curse upon me, even worse, he is the child of my uncle. The one whose presence had lured me to bite into Dirk's belly. Enveloped in a haze of crimson fury, all rational thought abandoned me. Fueled by an unbridled rage, I lashed out without restraint. The memory of sinking my teeth into his wrist lingered fleetingly before darkness consumed me. Moments later, I was violently wrenched away from him and cast into the abyss of the ocean's depths. Despite believing I had been confined to darkness in the preceding years, the profound obscurity that enveloped me as I descended deeper into the unforgiving waters eclipsed any previous confinement. It was the end, the culmination of all my suffering. I welcomed the impending embrace of death, for, in that moment, the release from existence appeared preferable to the continued burden of life.Chapter: 3******ALTAIR:Dirk cradled his son in his arms, sprinting back to the Pack, the distant howls of his mates fading into the background. His mind was ablaze with fury, his son's body hanging limply as if he had transformed into mere paper within his grasp. Doubts gnawed at him — had he erred by casting Talon into the sea? Could this impulsive act have dire consequences for his son's well-being? If Altair was truly the Spirit Wolf responsible for marking Talon, did this mean that hurling Talon into the unforgiving depths would irrevocably impact the life of his only child? As he laid the boy on the bed, Caleb and Phoenix swiftly attended to him. While running, Dirk had summoned them, relieved to find them awaiting his arrival upon reaching the Pack. It wasn't Dirk's call that initially alerted them to the crisis, but rather little Bryn's confession to Phoenix. "I untied the strings on Talon's bedroom door," the tearful girl murmured, her distress evident. "I'm so sor
Chapter: 4*******TALON:As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the ocean, the waves crashed against the rocky shore with a rhythmic and soothing sound. The salty breeze carried the scent of the sea, mingling with the distant chirping of seagulls soaring overhead. Amidst this symphony of nature, I floated in the water, surrounded by an aura of stillness and calm. The water lapped gently at my body, the last remnants of life slowly slipping away. The world seemed to hush in reverence as if holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come… eager to receive my last breath. A sense of sadness and foreboding enveloped me, the world seems almost to have lost all color. It felt so empty... so cold. And so lonely... There was something missing inside me, something that once called itself the only thing keeping me alive but now... Now gone. I could feel it, like a dull ache, deep within my bones, like a hollow hole that I could never fill up again. A feeli
Chapter: 5 ******* JOHN: We had been at sea for three days now, and concern gnawed at me for the vampire boy I had left wrapped in a tattered blanket beneath the cabin floor. The dead vampire's condition remained a mystery to me, and above all, I dreaded the possibility of his body starting to decay and emitting a foul odor. If my family discovered my deceit, the repercussions for my disobedience would be severe. My father, an authoritarian figure, brooked no disobedience, especially from his own son. Sighing heavily for what felt like the hundredth time, I reclined in my seat, allowing the cool breeze and water to soothe my flushed cheeks. I gazed out at the dark horizon, yearning for a swift return to land so I could give the deceased boy a proper burial. The boat lay still, everyone else asleep except for me, stationed by the wheel, struggling to suppress my thoughts. A fleeting notion crossed my mind. Should I risk sneaking to check on the dead boy hidden away? I shook
Chapter: 6 ***** TALON: Young Talon stood amid the ancient standing rocks, his small palm gliding smoothly along the stone edges. The moon, in the early stages of its full glow, cast its light upon the four stones surrounding the boy. The moonlight danced upon the peaks of the rocks, cascading down each one like a white veil being draped over them until they all shimmered in white brilliance before Talon's amazed gaze. His mouth agape, he observed the rocks' transformation under the moon's gentle radiance. His hand, which had paused against the rock, began to tremble slightly before resuming its movement. Talon traced his hand up and down the glowing rocks, touching each one in succession. After encircling the stones and touching them all, he returned to the center, sitting cross-legged with his eyes lifted to the beautiful moon, its light bathing him in recognition. The stars twinkled brightly above, and the tranquil forest whispered gentle breezes against his skin. Despite his
Chapter: 7*****JOHN:I had woken up that morning, tired but somewhat fulfilled. My entire day had been filled with giddiness in my steps as I went about the fish market delivering orders to buyers. It was a successful sales day as the fish were almost sold out within the first few hours. I tried to stay out of my father's sight to avoid being sent on an errand immediately after sales, and I managed to do so.After lunch with the family, I discreetly left the gathering and made my way to the Dock to retrieve my toolbox before heading towards the cave.The day was beautiful as usual, with vibrant green trees and a peaceful atmosphere that nature offers. Birds sang overhead while ducks and their ducklings splashed in the water, creating a lively scene. Despite spending the past few days at sea, it wasn't until that moment that I truly felt the summer heat. Breathing in the fresh air, I smiled as birds fluttered past me, and I closed my eyes, taking in the serene surroundings.To avoid
Chapter: 8 ***** TALON: Haunting dreams kept me wide awake, my mind racing and my feelings raging out of control. The past chased me, a relentless reminder of my sins. Another day had slipped by, and I remained trapped in this cold, lifeless cave, hidden away from the world... and from myself. What was I supposed to make of life at this point? I was alone—truly, pitifully alone. When my mother died and my uncle took me in, I thought my fate had changed, and that my life would soon begin to make sense. Yet here I was, still alone. My eyes bleed with emotion, and these feelings control me. They ruin me. If I hadn’t bitten into Altair, I would still be locked away in that room, left to my solitude, which now seemed more preferable than this. At least then, I had little Bryn, who often came to talk with me by my door. “Altair,” I muttered, my breath shaky. “Are you alive?” I wondered aloud, but I couldn’t feel anything from him—not a thing. Where there was once a beat in my hea
Chapter: 9 ******* The once vibrant Packlands had succumbed to a heavy silence, wrapping around the soul like a thick fog. The trees, usually alive with the chatter of wildlife, stood still, their leaves muted as if mourning the spirit that had once thrived within Altair. Dirk paced the grand bedroom, his heart burdened with an unbearable weight. Each tick of the clock echoed in the stillness, a relentless reminder of the time they could not afford to waste. Despite his restlessness, his gaze remained fixed on the small form of Altair, lying peacefully in the center of the room. Flickering flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the child’s face, a visage still untouched by the trials of the world. It was a cruel irony that in a home filled with love and warmth, a child could lie trapped in an endless slumber, a victim of forces they barely understood and had foolishly provoked. Dirk's breath caught at the thought, and his pacing halted. Slowly, he sank into the chai
Chapter: 10 ***** TALON: As consciousness slipped away, darkness enveloped me, swallowing my thoughts and fears. I felt weightless as if floating in an endless void, far removed from the chaos I had just experienced. This nothingness offered a strange comfort, but it didn't last long. I jolted awake, gasping for air, my body rigid with panic. Blinking against the harsh light, I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. The familiar scent of pine mingled with something metallic—a stark contrast to the earthy warmth of the cave. I found myself in a dimly lit room, the walls lined with rough-hewn timber, and the floor felt cold beneath my bare feet. "He's awake!" A voice cut through the haze. I turned to see one of the Betas from earlier leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Welcome back, Talon." I recoiled at the sound of my name; the way it rolled off his tongue sent a shiver down my spine. "Where is my Uncle?" I croaked, my throat dry a