Chapter 3 Unraveled secrets

Kelvin leaped into action, pushing Jessica out of harm's way as Luke, in his werewolf form, lunged towards them with a menacing growl. Kelvin, unable to resist the transformation any longer, embraced his own werewolf nature. With a bone-cracking transformation, Kelvin's body reshaped itself, his bones realigning to accommodate his new form.

"Go, Jessica!" Kelvin urged, his voice strained with the effort of his transformation. He wanted Jessica to be safe, to remember that despite his fierce appearance, Luke was still their son.

"Just be careful, Kelvin," Jessica pleaded, her concern evident in her voice. She worried that Kelvin's immense strength in his werewolf form might unintentionally harm Luke during their ferocious battle.

"Just go," Kelvin insisted, his voice a growl as Jessica ran to safety. Fully transformed, Kelvin faced off against Luke, their werewolf forms locked in a tense and primal confrontation. Growls filled the air as the two creatures clashed, their feral instincts taking over.

The fight reached a fever pitch, both werewolves unleashing their full power upon each other. Finally, with a mighty blow from his claws, Kelvin landed a devastating hit on Luke, causing him to collapse and revert back to his human form, unconscious.

With great effort, Kelvin reverted back to his human form, his bones shifting and reshaping once more. Calling out for Jessica, she quickly arrived with blankets to cover their torn bodies, a result of their transformative battle. Together, they carefully carried Luke back home, laying him gently on the couch.

Sandra rushed in, concern etched on her face, as she questioned what had happened to her older brother. "Don't worry," Kelvin reassured her, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and relief. "He's going to be fine."

"Luke, my son, I'm sorry. I should have listened to my mom and told you about the curse. I can only imagine how painful it must have been for you during your first transformation. The breaking bones, the dislocating and reforming... I'm truly sorry for getting you into this mess," Kelvin expressed remorsefully as he sat down on the couch beside Luke.

The next morning, Luke woke up to find himself on the couch, with his dad nearby. "Dad!" Luke called out, his curiosity piqued as he tried to piece together what had happened.

"Oh, son, you're awake," Kelvin responded, a sense of relief evident in his voice. Jessica soon arrived, bringing a cup of tea for Luke and asking how he was feeling. But Luke couldn't shake off his confusion. "Dad, Mom, what happened last night?" he asked, his curiosity and bewilderment growing.

Kelvin looked at Jessica, contemplating whether to reveal the truth. "One day, we have to tell him. So, tell him, dear," Jessica replied, giving her consent.

Luke eagerly awaited an answer, and even Sandra joined in, curious about what they were about to say. "Son, centuries ago, there was a curse placed upon six men who were consumed by greed for power. They were cursed to transform into mighty and dangerous beasts during the full moon. However, this curse only activates after they take someone's life," Kelvin revealed," so what you saying dad, do you mean "luke asked

Kelvin, his father, nodded solemnly. "Yes, my son," he replied, his voice filled with regret. "You are from the bloodline of those six men, just like me. The werewolf curse runs through our veins."

Luke's mind raced, trying to comprehend the implications of his heritage. "But Dad, you said the curse only activates when you kill someone. I didn't... I couldn't have," he stammered, his voice filled with fear.

As the memory flooded back, Luke's eyes widened in horror. He remembered the broken bottle in his hand, the desperate struggle with Dean. "No, I didn't... I couldn't have," he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

Kelvin placed a comforting hand on Luke's shoulder. "I'm sorry, my son. I wish I could turn back time," he said, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Luke's panic intensified. "Oh no!" he cried out, his voice filled with despair. But Kelvin tried to reassure him. "Calm down, son. The police haven't found any evidence against you," he said, his voice attempting to bring a sense of calm to the chaos.

Luke's fear consumed him. "Who cares, Dad? I killed someone," he said, his voice filled with shock and terror.

Jessica, Luke's mother, sat beside him, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "It's okay, my son. It's okay. We'll get through this together," she said, her voice soothing and comforting.

But Luke couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at his soul. "I killed Dean. I killed someone," he murmured, his voice haunted by the weight of his actions.

As Luke's anguish continued, he suddenly spoke another question, his voice filled with desperation. "What about Sandra? Does she also have the werewolf curse?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Kelvin paused for a moment, his voice thoughtful. "I don't think she has the werewolf curse. I can't sense it in her," he said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and concern.

Luke took a deep breath, trying to steady

Luke's voice tinged with curiosity as he responded, "But ain't we siblings? I think it has to do with the way genes work. Sometimes certain traits or characteristics can be passed down through generations, while others might not be. It's like a genetic lottery."

Kelvin paused for a moment, his thoughts gathering like storm clouds. "So, in our case, it seems that the werewolf curse is linked to a specific gene that runs in our bloodline. It must have been passed down from our ancestors. But for some reason, Sandra didn't inherit that particular gene, so she's not affected by the curse."

Kelvin's explanation continued, delving deeper into the intricacies of the werewolf curse and our bloodline. Luke couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of this newfound reality. "I still can't believe that all this is real," he said, hoping that it would all just turn out to be a weird dream. But deep down, he knew it wasn't.

Just then, Sandra chimed in with a sudden question. "So if werewolves exist, do vampires and witches exist too?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Yes, my dear," Kelvin replied, his tone calm yet tinged with a hint of mystery. "But vampires are rare creatures, as they are nocturnal beings. And witches, well, they possess their own unique powers and abilities."

"Okay, Dad," Sandra said, her voice a mixture of fascination and apprehension.

Luke couldn't help but voice his own fears. "So that's it, I'm now a beast?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of resignation and disbelief.

"No, don't say that, dear," Jessica interjected, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "You are not a beast, son. You are not."

Kelvin joined in, his voice steady and comforting. "Luke, my boy, remember that you are still the same person you've always been. This curse doesn't define you. We'll find a way to navigate through this together, I promise."

As the night grew late, exhaustion settled upon them like a heavy blanket. One by one, they drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with the mysteries and challenges that awaited them in this new chapter of their lives.

"Please don't," a voice whispered from afar, the sound echoing through the night. Bones cracked and reformed, a chilling transformation unfolding. The air filled with the screams of terrified onlookers, their faces contorted with fear. The streets ran red with blood, a stark reminder of the chaos that ensued.

Luke, now in his werewolf form, moved with a primal ferocity, his instincts taking over. People scattered in all directions, their desperate cries filling the air. Amidst the carnage, Sandra's lifeless body lay motionless on the ground, Jessica weeping beside her, her heart shattered.

Luke, back in his human form, stumbled through the aftermath, his mind clouded with confusion. "No, this can't be mine," he muttered, his voice trembling. "Is this their blood? Did I... kill them?" The weight of his actions bore down on him, guilt and anguish intertwining.

The survivors, armed with weapons and fueled by anger, labeled Luke a beast. Their eyes burned with fury as they sought justice, their hearts heavy with loss. Luke, gasping for breath, woke from the nightmare, his heart pounding in his chest. Seeking solace, he made his way to the kitchen, quenching his thirst with water before returning to his room, the struggle to find sleep once again consuming him.