"Why are you doing this to me?" I grumbled.
"What am I doing?" he asked.
"Tell me why you are still keeping me in the castle. It has been five days already since you caged me in this castle."
"Why didn't you kill me like the others?" I asked him, feeling a little bit scared.
"Honestly, I don't know why I am keeping you here. I don't want you to live, nor do I want you to die. You kind of seem different. I don't think you deserve to die," he said.
"I am not as bad as people see me. It's just that I am clouded by an unknown force that sucks blood," Logan said, feeling very remorseful.
"Blood!" I yelled out loudly.
"Yes," he said.
★★★★★ Ten years ago ★★★★★
"Mom, it's midnight. What are you doing outside?" Logan asked his mom. "Why did you scare me?" She asked me.
"I am so sorry, Mom," I replied.
"Logan, I have been keeping a lot from you. Your father was a great man, powerful and kind, yet there lay a circle of darkness in his heart," she paused.
"Your father was murdered by Daxion." "Who is Daxion?" he asked, shocked to the marrow. "Daxion is the Beta wolf," she stammered. "How did you know him?" Logan half-yelled.
"Your father struck a deal with him, and in exchange for power and wealth, he placed a curse on your father because he was unable to fulfill Daxion's demands. That is why you have been having those nightmares," she said, tears flowing freely from her eyes.
Immediately, Logan transformed into a white wolf with blue eyes, one of the rarest wolves. "Wow, you are different," Mom said.
"Your father is also a white wolf, but he has crimson eyes, which is a normal Alpha eye color. Your eyes are supposed to be red," she looked at him, still amazed.
Later that night, I went to bed and was fast asleep when I felt someone's hands on my face. It was Daxion, the man who killed my father.
**Logan's POV**
I stood up from the bed; "You're the next in line," Daxion said mockingly. I tried moving my body, but it felt like a stronger force was pinning me to the ground. I stared at him with pain and anger. "You must continue from where your father stopped," Daxion said.
"No, I am not going to do that," I said. Then he pointed toward a mirror, and I saw my mom kneeling on the floor with chains all over her body. She looked tired and weak; I stood there, staring at the mirror like a statue.
"Okay, I will continue from where my father stopped, but keep my mother out of this," I yelled. He smiled and pointed a stick at me; I was freed. I breathed a sigh of relief and squatted on the floor.
I kept reminiscing about what just happened; it felt like a dream. "I saw him."
The encounter with Daxion left me unsettled, the weight of my father's past bearing down on my shoulders. As I resumed my human form, the reality of the cursed legacy became even more palpable.
Days passed, and the castle seemed to resonate with an ominous energy. My mother, though physically unharmed, wore the burden of her captivity in the lines etched on her face. Determined to break free from Daxion's hold, I delved into the depths of the castle's ancient library, seeking answers that might unravel the curse.
As I pored over ancient texts and deciphered cryptic symbols, a revelation emerged. The key to breaking the curse lay in a ritual, a complex ceremony that required unlocking the latent powers within me. With newfound determination, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, guided by the cryptic instructions left behind by those who had once sought salvation.
The nights blurred into days as I practiced rituals, honing the supernatural abilities inherited from my father. The castle, now a crucible of mystic energies, echoed with incantations and the occasional howling of wolves.
During one of these rituals, a spectral figure materialized before me. It was the ghost of my father, his eyes filled with regret and longing. "You must face the darkness within you, Logan. Only then can you break the chains that bind our bloodline," his ethereal voice echoed through the chamber.
Driven by a mix of determination and desperation, I confronted the shadows that lurked within my soul. It was a harrowing journey, battling not only external forces but the demons that haunted my deepest fears.
As the pivotal moment of the ritual approached, the castle quivered with a strange energy. Daxion, sensing the disruption, unleashed his malevolent forces to thwart my efforts. The air crackled with tension as the final confrontation loomed.
In a climactic struggle between light and darkness, I faced Daxion within the castle's heart. The ritual's power surged through me, and with a burst of ethereal energy, I confronted the beta wolf. The echoes of my father's legacy intertwined with my newfound strength, creating a force that defied the curse's grip.
As Daxion recoiled against the surge of mystic power, the castle itself seemed to rebel against his malevolence. The ancient stones groaned, and spectral wolves, guardians of the castle's secrets, manifested to aid in the battle.
In a blinding flash of light, the curse shattered. The echoes of past tragedies faded, and the castle embraced a newfound tranquility. Daxion, weakened and defeated, vanished into the shadows.
As the dust settled, I found myself standing in the heart of the castle, surrounded by the lingering energy of the ritual. My mother, freed from the chains that bound her, approached with tearful eyes filled with gratitude.
The castle, once a realm of nightmares, had transformed into a sanctuary of redemption. The spectral wolves, now at peace, faded into the mystic tapestry of the castle's history.
With the curse broken, I gazed at the horizon, where the first rays of dawn heralded a new beginning. The shadows of the past had dissipated, and the castle stood as a testament to the resilience of a bloodline that had triumphed over darkness.
And so, as the sun bathed the ancient stones in its golden glow, the haunted tale of Logan and the castle reached its conclusion—a tale of redemption, sacrifice, and the enduring strength found in the face of the supernatural.