Hunter, a name that made me relive painful memories. For a long time, Hunter had been my forbidden passion, the father of my children. He was a secret I kept hidden, even from Stacy.
I felt a lump form in my throat, but my response was firm. “My children don't have a father, Officer Moore. I take care of them alone.”Moore frowned, clearly intrigued. “So, did you opt for in vitro fertilization or something of the sort?”
I sighed, feeling the weight of the lie on my shoulders. “Something like that, yes.”
The officer nodded, making a few more notes in his notepad. He seemed to understand that our situation was complicated and delicate.
“I understand,” he said, then asked, “Do you have any idea where we can start the investigation, or if there's anyone who might have an interest in taking your children?”
I looked into the policeman's eyes, feeling the urgency pulsating within me. “I don't know, Officer Moore. I just want them back. In two days, my children will turn six, and all I want is to have them back. Is there hope, right?”
Officer Moore made some notes in his notepad before looking at me with compassion. “Our investigation is just beginning, Mrs. Silver. So far, there are no signs of violence beyond what happened to Mrs. Stacy. We'll work calmly and precisely to find out what happened.”
My mind was spinning as his words echoed in my ears. Everything was happening too fast, and my anxiety only increased as the minutes passed. I could barely believe that in just two days, my children would turn six. Their birthdays had always been a reason for celebration and joy, but now, they were missing, and my heart was broken.
“I need to find them, Officer Moore,” I murmured, tears welling up in my eyes again. “They're all I have, and I can't lose them. Is there any hope that we'll find them safe?”
Officer Moore's response was thoughtful, his eyes expressing a sincerity I longed to hear. “We'll do our best, Mrs. Silver. We'll investigate calmly, but it's important not to set too high expectations at this time. We'll find your children and bring justice to whoever did this. Count on the police, and if you know anything, please don't hesitate to inform us.”
His words weighed heavily on my heart. I couldn't imagine a life without my children, without the laughter and joy they brought to my existence. But I knew that reality was setting in, and uncertainties loomed, enveloping my heart in darkness.
With a deep sigh, I looked at the photo of my children on the coffee table, promising myself that I would do anything to have them back in my arms and face the unknown with the determination of a mother who would never give up.
***
After Officer Andrew Moore and the other agents left, the house fell silent, but the tension lingering in the air seemed never to have dissipated. Stacy, the nanny who had become a dear part of our lives, was now dead, and my children were missing. The uncertainty of what had happened to them haunted me, leaving a deep void in my chest.
I knew the investigation was ongoing, but I couldn't just wait. I couldn't stand by while my children were in danger. There was something inside me, a beast that had been dormant for a long time, something I had repressed since the birth of the triplets. It was my werewolf nature, and I needed to awaken it.
I decided to do something I hadn't done in six years. I would transform into my wolf form to search for my children. It was an ability I hadn't used in six years since the triplets were born, and I had kept my nature under control all this time to protect them.
I went to the center of the room, where the Blue Moon still shone through the windows, casting an ethereal light over the space. I knew this transformation wasn't easy, especially after so long without using it, but it was the only way to get closer to my children.
Likewise, I closed my eyes, seeking to connect with my inner wolf, that wild being that was part of me. Concentration was essential.
The first moments were strange and uncertain, like groping in the dark. I focused on memories, memories of when I last transformed, when I left my pack and came to Seattle. I remembered the sensation of my bones elongating, of muscles stiffening, of skin turning into fur, and the uncontrollable fury that came with the transformation.
Not only that, but I took a deep breath, trying to find the beast within me, but something was wrong. My skin didn't prickle, my nails didn't lengthen, and my fangs didn't emerge.
Normally, the sensation of transformation would start to take hold of me, claws would appear, senses would sharpen, and I would feel at one with my wolf. But none of this was happening.
“Wolf,” I whispered, as if calling an old friend. “It's time to awaken.”
My mind couldn't connect with the primal strength I had known since childhood. It simply wasn't there. Desperation began to grow within me.
“Come on, Fierce,” I whispered to myself, trying to find that hidden part of my soul. “You need to do this. Your children need you.”
I tried once more, closing my eyes and delving into the dark depths of my essence. For years, I had always known how to invoke my wolf nature, how to channel the fury and strength it represented.
“What the hell is happening to me?” I whispered to myself, feeling a deep and dark void in the core of my soul. I tried again, but the sense of emptiness persisted.
The transformation should have been a natural act, an extension of who I was as a werewolf. I had never had trouble transforming before, even when it wasn't necessary. But at that moment, when I needed my wolf's strength and instincts more than ever, they eluded me.
“Why aren't you responding?” I whispered, now with tears in my eyes. My wolf, who had always been my strength, seemed to have abandoned me at a time when I needed her most.
I kept trying, fighting the fear that was beginning to creep in. I struggled to evoke the most primitive part of my nature, but nothing happened. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I whispered to myself, as if my own words could bring back my wolf.
“Where are you? What happened to you?”
My voice echoed in the empty room, without an answer. The feeling of helplessness engulfed me, and I felt more vulnerable than ever. My inner wolf had always been a fundamental part of who I was, and its absence left me with an inexplicable void.
But it was as if my inner wolf had disappeared, as if it had been erased. Fear began to seep into my mind. What had happened to me?
I knew my transformation was an act of desperation, an attempt to find my children, but now I was facing an inexplicable block. Frustration mixed with fear, and I felt powerless. My most fundamental ability as a werewolf, my connection to my wild nature, had vanished. And at that moment, I was alone and vulnerable, not knowing how to protect my children or find them.
Tears streamed down my face as I gazed into the void. The world outside continued to move, indifferent to my pain. What would I do now? How would I find my children without the strength my wolf form provided me?
With a heavy sigh, I rose from the floor and walked to the window. The Blue Moon still shone in the night sky, but its light didn't bring me the same sense of power and comfort as it used to. I looked out at the forest surrounding my home, a place that had always been my refuge, and now I felt a strange distance between me and the world I knew.
Desperation had taken hold of me, and I knew I needed to do something. My decision was instant and impulsive. I needed to reconnect with my werewolf nature, the one that had always been there to protect me and my children. The moon, on that special Blue Moon night, seemed to beckon me, and I decided to follow it.I ran out of the house, bare feet, finding the path to the forest. Each step I took brought me closer to the darkness of the woods, but I didn't feel afraid. My need to find my children outweighed any fear the darkness might evoke. I knew I needed to regain the strength that would allow me to face the unknown and bring my children back home.I walked into the forest, guided by the moon's glow, until I found a small stream snaking through the woods. The moon was high in the sky, its light reflected in the calm waters of the stream. It was a tranquil and magical place, somewhere I had often come to find peace and reflection.Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let the tra
The journey from Seattle to Denver, Colorado, was long and exhausting. I chose a longer route that passed through the majestic Rocky Mountains, the Front Range, where Rocky Mountain National Park, the home of the wolf pack to which I belonged, was situated. Incredible landscapes and the beauty of nature unfolded before my eyes, but my mind was filled with worries, and the void left by the disappearance of my children seemed to expand with every mile covered.Finally, I stopped the car at a strategic point in the heart of the Rocky Mountains, the place where everything began for me. Humans believed that the United States government reintroduced wolves to Colorado in 1999, but the truth was that it was Alastair, the alpha of our pack, who took charge of this place. He was the werewolf who found me on the side of a road when I was still a pup, welcoming me as his daughter. My parents had been killed by humans, and Alastair was the only family I knew.In the depths of my memories, I could
I walked alone through the forest, my feet sinking into the dry leaves and damp earth. As I walked, my mind went back six years, to when I was a young black-furred wolf, agile and swift. Back then, I traversed the same path in my lupine form, running with speed and grace. By my side was Hunter, my adopted brother, childhood best friend, and the owner of my heart, even though he didn't know it.We were inseparable back then, and our time together was filled with adventures and play. We raced through the forest, testing our limits and honing our hunting skills. Hunting together was a bond we shared, a way to connect with our wolf nature.On that day, we encountered prey worthy of our pursuit: a majestic moose with imposing antlers reaching toward the sky. Its eyes displayed a mix of fear and courage as it watched our movements cautiously.Hunter, with his gray fur, looked at me with a challenge in his eyes. “Think we can do it, Fierce?” he asked, his tone filled with amusement.I smiled
As night fell upon us, our run towards Denver continued. Hunter, Caleb, and the other four werewolves and I moved with speed and agility, our paws hitting the ground like a war rhythm. The chilly wind enveloped us.As I ran in my lupine form, I felt the freedom of speed and the wild nature. The trees, streams, and the cool forest breeze were my constant companions, and the sensation of the ground beneath my paws was reassuring.Finally, we arrived at a Hut a bit away from the city, which would be our stopping point before entering Denver. Caleb transformed into a human at the door and opened it with a conspiratorial smile. “The clothes are in the usual place, folks.”Hunter and the others quickly made their way inside the cabin, heading upstairs to find their clothes. I, on the other hand, stayed outside the cabin, curiously observing the new environment.The cabin was quite different from what I was used to. It was cozy and well-decorated, with dark wooden furniture and curtains sway
I adjusted my long black hair, trying to get used to the feeling of it being loose, and then I wiped my face to try to calm the turmoil inside me. I was about to leave the room when I heard voices coming from the stairs.Furthermore, I descended the stairs and found the werewolves already in their human forms. Caleb was dressed in jeans and a white shirt, looking relaxed and comfortable in his new form. The other wolves were also wearing similar clothes, adapting to the new reality of the city.However, at the back of the room, there was a tall, muscular man with brown hair that had hints of gray, a slight quiff, and a well-groomed beard. He was wearing jeans and a checkered shirt, but his vivid honey-colored eyes were unmistakable. Hunter. Seeing him in human form made my wolf's heart race, and I fell even more in love with him.Hunter looked me up and down, his eyes roaming over my body. He lightly bit his lips, a gesture that left me intrigued, not understanding what it meant.Cale
I was completely immersed in my memories of the trip I took to Denver with Hunter six years ago. However, something interrupted my thoughts, and my expression of surprise took over me.I stood paralyzed in front of a sight that didn't match the memories I carried. There was something wrong there, a discrepancy that messed with my mind. Hunter had brought me here several times, but what I saw in front of me didn't make sense.The abandoned hut that used to be our retreat was unrecognizable. In place of the modest wooden structure I had in my memory, now stood an imposing wooden house, surrounded by the vastness of the forest. I blinked many times, trying to understand what was happening. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was I going crazy?I looked around, perplexed, questioning if my memory had failed me. I knew the way by heart, but the house in front of me didn't match my recollections. I began to doubt myself, wondering if I was in the right place.That's when the front door of the
Hunter's question about the father of my children brought me back to a time that seemed so distant, a moment when everything was simpler, and we were young, full of curiosity and enthusiasm.It was over six years ago when we were arriving in Denver, and it was my first time stepping into the human world. Excitement coursed through my veins as we watched the city approach through the truck's window. Hunter parked the vehicle near a bar, and the other guys from the pack jumped out of the back, excited and eager to explore the human world.Hunter came to my side and opened the door, extending his hand to help me down. He looked at me seriously and said, “Fierce, you need to avoid staring in awe at everything, or people will start to get suspicious of you.”I nodded, trying to contain the excitement bubbling inside me. It was my first experience in the human world, and Denver City seemed so fascinating and full of promise. I knew I had to be discreet and not draw attention to my wolf natu
We made our way to the dance floor, and I felt a bit nervous because I had no idea how to do it. Hunter patiently guided me, moving to the rhythm of the music. I followed him, trying to imitate him, but soon realized it was harder than it looked.Our movements were awkward, and I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Hunter laughed too, and it made me feel more at ease. With each misstep and stumble, our dance became more of a mess, but we were having fun together.I held Hunter's hand a bit tighter and looked into his familiar golden eyes. “It's better to be terrible at dancing with you than good alone.”He smiled and pulled me closer. “I agree, Fierce. And don't worry; you're doing much better than I expected.”We danced together on that dance floor, our movements clumsy but filled with fun. It was a moment of camaraderie and joy that I wouldn't trade for anything.The dance floor was filled with people, all sharing the same joy and energy. I felt like a part of that world, of t