Werewolf


Luke got a small cut and although he tried to hide it, I saw the discomfort while he stood. It was getting late and I knew better than to enter the forest right after a scout. 
I finished my dinner and picked up a basket from the pantry. I needed just two herbs and would not wander deep into the forest to search for it. I had to hurry, else it would be too dark to find the herbs I needed. 
The estate was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. I moved toward the forest, running through the low bush. I knew just where to find the herbs. It was just after the clearing. Even though I was familiar with the path, each step felt like a journey into the unknown, and the shadows of the trees seemed to swallow me whole.
As I approached the clearing, my human senses were on high alert. I hesitated at the edge of the clearing, feeling a chill creep down my spine. Somet


The day following the harrowing events of the previous night was a blur of anxious anticipation and strained quiet. The Brannon estate bustled with activity, but the atmosphere was thick with an undercurrent of tension. The aftermath of the attack had left everyone on edge, and the estate was abuzz with whispers and speculation. I had hoped to avoid the inevitable interrogation, but as the day dragged on, it became clear that my efforts would be in vain.
My morning was spent in a frenzied attempt to appear as normal as possible while my mind swirled with the previous night’s chaos. The image of Damien, gravely wounded, haunted my thoughts. Despite my best attempts to focus on my duties, the constant fear of what lay ahead loomed over me. Each glance at the pack members, each rustle of footsteps, only heightened my anxiety.
By the afternoon, the tension had reached its peak. Rumors of th


The tension at the Brannon estate was nearly unbearable as the full moon drew nearer. The once-familiar routines now felt fraught with a sense of impending doom. Each day seemed to drag, the air thick with unease and the ever-present threat of rogue attacks hanging over us all. My chores had become a backdrop to a growing sense of dread, as the urgency of the situation grew more apparent with each passing hour.
One afternoon, while I was diligently polishing the silverware in the grand dining room, Alpha Brannon called an unexpected meeting for all the household staff. The usually elegant room seemed to shrink under the weight of the assembled servants and staff, each of us feeling the gravity of the moment. Alpha Brannon's commanding presence at the head of the room brought a somber seriousness to the proceedings.
“As you are all aware,” he began, his voice resonating with authority, “the full moon is approaching rapidly, and with it, the heightened threat of rogue attacks. Our priority is to ensure the safety and security of this estate and our territory.”
His gaze swept over us, his eyes sharp and assessing. “I expect each of you to be vigilant. Report any unusual activity immediately. We cannot afford to be complacent.”
There were murmurs of agreement, but the underlying fear was palpable. The prospect of an attack was not just a distant concern but a looming reality that weighed heavily on all of us. The responsibility of ensuring the pack’s safety felt almost overwhelming.
After the meeting, I found myself in the kitchen, trying to focus on preparing dinner. The task felt monumental, and my hands trembled slightly as I chopped vegetables. My mind was preoccupied with the gravity of the situation, and I struggled to keep my thoughts from spiraling into anxiety.
“Ella,” a voice said softly, breaking into my thoughts. I turned to see Luke standing in the doorway, his expression one of genuine concern.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said with a reassuring smile.
I managed a weak smile in return. “It’s alright. I was just thinking about the meeting.”
Luke nodded, stepping into the room. “ You didn't have to be bothered. You can't be concerned about everything that happens, you know right?. We’ve overcome such attacks before. We will get through this one as well.”
His words were meant to offer comfort, but the worry in his eyes was evident. “Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, eager to contribute.
He shook his head gently. “Just stay safe, Ella. That’s the most important thing.”
Before I could respond further, Damien entered the kitchen, his demeanor as stern and unreadable as ever. “ Luke, the meeting is starting soon. Let's go.”
Luke gave me one last reassuring glance before following Damien out of the room. I watched them leave, my concern for their safety growing. Damien’s stern demeanor suggested that there was more at stake than was being openly discussed, and the urgency of his request only added to my anxiety.
Alpha Brannon's deep voice resonated through the large hall of the mansion, drawing the attention of everyone present. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of recent events hanging heavily over the pack. 
"We need to ensure our borders are secure," Alpha Brannon declared, his gaze sweeping across the assembled werewolves. "Luke and Damien, you'll lead separate groups to scout the forest. We can't afford any more surprises."
Luke shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Damien, who stood with a steely resolve in his eyes. Luke had always preferred the comforts of the mansion over the dangers of the forest. He cleared his throat, attempting to hide his unease. "Alpha, I'm not sure if I'm the best choice for this task. Perhaps someone with more experience—"
"Nonsense," Alpha Brannon interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. "You are more than capable, Luke. This is not a request; it's an order. The safety of the pack depends on it."
Luke's shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no escaping this duty. He shot a glance at Damien, who gave him a brief nod of encouragement. Damien had always been the stronger, more reliable of the two, and Luke envied his brother's unwavering determination.
As the meeting adjourned, the pack members dispersed to prepare for their assignments. Luke lingered, hoping for a moment to speak with Alpha Brannon alone, but the Alpha was already deep in conversation with his advisors. With a sigh, Luke turned and made his way out of the hall.
Meanwhile, Damien moved with purpose through the corridors of the mansion, his mind focused on the task at hand. He knew the forest well, and scouting its depths could me mentally and physically exhausting. 
Absent minded, he failed to see Lydia approaching him. She locks him in a tight embrace. 
"We don't have much time," Damien said, his voice low. "Alpha Brannon has assigned me to lead a scouting group. I'll be gone for a while."
Lydia's expression faltered. "Promise me you'll be careful"
With a final glance at Lydia, he turned and headed towards the edge of the forest, where his group was already gathering.The air was thick with anticipation as the scouting party set out, their senses attuned to every sound and movement. Damien took the lead, his sharp eyes scanning the dense underbrush for any signs of danger. 
Behind him, the pack members moved in a coordinated formation, each one alert and ready. 
Luke, on the other hand, struggled to keep his nerves in check. The forest felt suffocating, the shadows seeming to close in around him. He stumbled over a root, cursing under his breath as he tried to regain his footing.
"Keep it together, Luke," one of the pack members muttered, casting him a wary glance. 
"We can't afford any mistakes."Luke nodded, swallowing his fear. He knew they were right. The safety of the pack depended on their vigilance. As they moved deeper into the forest, the sounds of nocturnal creatures filled the air, adding to the eerie atmosphere. 
Hours passed as they scouted the territory, marking potential threats and noting any changes in the landscape. Damien's group moved with practiced ease, their confidence growing with each passing moment. Luke's group, however, struggled to maintain their composure.As the first light of dawn began to filter through the trees, Damien signaled for his group to halt. They had covered a significant portion of the forest, and it was time to regroup and report their findings."Let's head back," Damien said, his voice carrying authority. "We need to relay this information to Alpha Brannon."
The journey back to the mansion was uneventful, but the weight of their discoveries hung heavily over them. As they approached the clearing, Damien caught sight of Luke's group emerging from the shadows. Luke's face was pale, his eyes wide with a mixture of relief and exhaustion."We made it," Luke said, his voice shaky. "No major threats, but there were signs of recent activity near the eastern border."Damien nodded, placing a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder. "Good work, Luke. Let's get this information to Alpha Brannon."
They both  made their way to the mansion, where Alpha Brannon awaited their report. The Alpha listened intently, his expression grave as they relayed their findings."This is no news," Alpha Brannon said, his voice heavy with concern. "We, however, need to increase our patrols and fortify our defenses. It better safe than sorry." As the meeting concluded, Damien felt a sense of accomplishment. 

Luke got a small cut and although he tried to hide it, I saw the discomfort while he stood. It was getting late and I knew better than to enter the forest right after a scout. 
I finished my dinner and picked up a basket from the pantry. I needed just two herbs and would not wander deep into the forest to search for it. I had to hurry, else it would be too dark to find the herbs I needed. 
The estate was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. I moved toward the forest, running through the low bush. I knew just where to find the herbs. It was just after the clearing. Even though I was familiar with the path, each step felt like a journey into the unknown, and the shadows of the trees seemed to swallow me whole.
As I approached the clearing, my human senses were on high alert. I hesitated at the edge of the clearing, feeling a chill creep down my spine. Something was terribly wrong. 
Then I heard it—a low, menacing growl that sent my heart racing. The so

Chapter 6: Beneath the Blood Moon