All Chapters of The Half-Life of a Werewolf: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

Chapter 31Raymond’s POVAmber was gone.The words had lost their weight, or maybe they had grown too heavy for me to carry. My wife was dead. My world was dead. And though I was still breathing, I didn’t feel alive anymore.I sat in silence most days, my body moving through life like a shadow. The only sound that reminded me of life was the soft cries of my daughter—Aurora. But even her cries felt like a knife twisting into me. Every whimper, every giggle, every time she reached her small hands out for me, I saw Amber. I saw the way she should have been here. I saw the way her eyes should have shone with pride, holding the baby we both dreamed of.Instead, it was my mother who cradled Aurora.She moved into the house after Amber’s death, saying nothing but carrying everything. She cooked, she cleaned, she sang lullabies that soothed Aurora when I couldn’t. It was she who named her Aurora, whispering, “That’s what Amber wanted… Aurora, her little light.”I had nodded, unable to speak.

Chapter 33 Aurora’s POV I lingered across the street from Larry’s diner, scanning faces in the crowd, my heart hammering like I was about to commit a crime. The neon sign flickered the same way it always had, and for a second, bile rose in my throat. That place… I could still see my disgusting ex-boss trying to corner me, his greasy hand reaching out. But then a grin spread across my face. Oh, but I didn’t let him get away with it, did I? Yeah, Aurora: one, Creepy Boss: zero. I actually let out a small laugh and shook my head. Then reality kicked back in. “Now… how am I supposed to find one man in all this chaos?” I whispered, my voice heavy, not mocking this time. My hands rested on my hips, but it wasn’t confidence—it was exhaustion. People moved past me in waves, laughing, talking, living their ordinary lives, while I stood here searching for the only person who might hold an answer to mine. It shouldn’t be this hard, I told myself. He’d been here before. Watching me. Lurking

Chapter 35 Aurora’s POV I kept dragging my feet behind him, every step heavier than the last. “Seriously,” I huffed, “how much longer? My legs are about to give up.” He slowed just enough to glance back at me, eyes narrowing. “You’re too weak,” he said flatly. “Werewolves aren’t weak. I didn’t think a half-human, half-werewolf could be this fragile.” I stopped dead in my tracks, glaring. “Excuse me? I wouldn’t be this weak if I had actually eaten dinner last night—or, you know, breakfast this morning.” My stomach growled right on cue, and I threw my hands up. “See?”. He stared at me for a moment—then laughed. Actually laughed. “Maybe you’ll find your inner strength… eventually,” he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes, but inside I was a little proud I’d cracked his stone-face for once. We left the bustle of people behind and stepped into the mouth of the woods. At first, it was just trees and scattered sunlight, but the deeper we went, the more the forest seemed to close in

Chapter 37 Aurora’s POV The moment my shoes hit the packed earth road, I felt eyes on me. At first it was subtle—a glance here, a double-take there—but then whispers started weaving through the crowd like wildfire. Women paused mid-conversation, their baskets of fruit hanging forgotten in their arms. Children stopped their game, wide-eyed, pointing at me. Warriors leaned on their spears, studying me as if I were some strange animal. The whispers hit me first, sharp as claws. “She smells human.” “No… wait—there’s wolf in her.” “Impossible. What is she?” Their eyes pierced through me, filled with suspicion and confusion. I tugged my hoodie tighter, wishing I could melt into the ground. Then one of them stepped forward—a broad man with sharp, hawk-like eyes and a tunic stitched with strange markings. His voice was hard, carrying authority. “Oliver. Explain yourself. What are you bringing into our lands?” Oliver didn’t hesitate. He tilted his chin up, his voice calm but edged wi