It was already 8 A.M. and Ambrose had not come out of his room yet. His parents were worried and decided to knock on the door.
"Ambrose are you ok?" Lauren called out from outside the door in a worried voice.
"…"
Seeing there was no response, they slowly opened the door only to find the window open and nobody in there.
John quickly ran in and poked his head out the window hoping that Ambrose had left recently. But there was no such luck, he was long gone.
John and Lauren quickly look at each other as they know the implications of this means.
Lauren furrows her eyebrows and stares daggers at John; "If we told him of his true lineage before non of this would have happened."
"We didn't even know if his werewolf lineage would even awaken. There has never been a record of one awakening as late as 16." John's eyes were also very sharp, not backing down from an argument.
"Mom? Dad? What's going on."
Clara quickly burst into the room after hearing the commotion.
"SIGH"
After sighing, John turns to look at Lauren with complicated eyes; "It's time to tell the kids about our heritage."
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A Few Minutes Earlier
Ambrose leapt out his window, falling from the second floor to the ground. Completely forgetting the fact that he should have been injured from the jump, went into a breakneck sprint.
Feeling an unconscious pull towards a certain area he was literally following where his heart took him, only after ten minutes of sprinting did he end up in a forest.
'Where the hell am I'
Realizing that he may or may not have ran deep into the forest and gotten lost, Ambrose panicked; "Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!" Trying to see if there was anyone near, he started shouting continuously.
After 3 hours of shouting and walking blindly, perhaps from the stress of being lost and the nonstop sprint, Ambrose lay down on the ground and eventually fell into a deep sleep.
This was not an ordinary sleep though. While Ambrose was sleeping, his body was going through unimaginable changes. Every muscle fiber was reconstructing itself, his bones were breaking and reconstructing over and over again, his skin became tighter and what little amount of blemishes he had disappeared. Not just these things were changing though. Organs, veins, blood vessels and such were also being strengthened. If it were to be described in one sentence it would be; a full body metamorphosis.
8 hours later, 7 P.M.
Ambrose slowly opened his eyes only to find himself looking at the beautiful night sky. But, good things never last. The second he breathed in his stomach churned and threw up all over the ground.
'What the fuck is that that smell?'
Ambrose looks at his hands and noticed this black goo caking his skin and quickly realized that his entire body was covered.
"FUCK THIS"
Suddenly, his ears twitched; 'water' he thought and quickly ran at an unbelieveable speed toward the running water.
Quickly, he found a small creek where he washed his t-shirt, sweats, socks and underwear as best he could. After that he washed the goo off his body. Ambrose noticed that his already smooth before skin became even smoother. His hair also became silkier and slightly longer, now covering his eye on one side.
'What the hell happened to me?'
While in comtemplation he realized that he heard the sound of water from very far away. 'What else can I do?' Ambrose wanted to see just how different he became after his sleep.
Since his clothes were still drying, it was the perfect opportunity to test out his abilities.
Ambrose wasted no time and quickly broke out at top speed, easily breaking 50 MPH. Not sprinting for long he planted his heel in the ground to stop himself, he slid about 10 feet before stopping.
'I'm not sure exactly how fast I was running but I definitely crushed anything humanly possible.' Ambrose began to become more and more excited about his new abilities.
Looking up, he sees a tree branch 20 feet high.
BANG!
Taking a deep squat he engaged his leg muscles to the maximum and jumped straight in the air. Unlike expectations, Ambrose completely overshot the branch, going far above it.
"NO! NO! CRAP!"
Ambrose started free falling from about 25 feet. Bracing himself for a painful impact he curled himself in a ball.
BAM!
The feeling of hitting the ground was jarring to say the least but the pain never came. Dusting himself off, Ambrose quickly dusted himself off and began wondering how else to test himself.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Suddenly Ambrose's heart rate began to spike and his body became scalding hot.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!"
Sensing something, Ambrose lifts his head to look at the full moon hanging in the sky. After a few seconds he seemingly had a look of understanding in his eye; "I'm a werewolf."
CRACK!
CRACK!
"AHHHHHHHHHH"
As his bones begin to change and black hair began to grow out of his his body. His body structure drastically changed as his stature grew to over 6'5 with pure black fur coating his body. Extremely defined and lean muscles that are still indimidating to all, razor sharp claws on both hands and feet, the head of a wolf with those deadly teeth that could kill anything that gets caught in them. Most importantly, those glowing blue eyes which symbolize an Alpha.
ROAAARRRR!
The Werewolf threw it's head back and let out it's mightiest roar, most likely to symbolize it's birth. All animals in the forest lowered their heads to the ground to pay respects to an apex predator.
Ambrose could feel this unlimited power in his body. Almost like he could destroy anything and everything. But at the same time, he felt like he had taken a backseat in his own body. Like the wolf part of him had taken over.
The Werewolf quickly ran through the forest at speeds the human eye could not possibly comprehend. Occasionally jumping from tree to tree m, still moving at top speed while barely making any noise.
GROWL!
The Werewolf's ears twitched as it heard the sound of an animal a mile or so away.
WHOOSH!
Jumping from the top of a tree to the ground, the Werewolf starts moving towards it's prey. Within 20 seconds the Werewolf was watching it's prey from a nearby tree. The deer was leisurely walking through the forest, completely oblivious to the predatory hunting it.
The Werewolf's eyes began to glow even brighter in excitement as it thought of ripping the deer's throat out.
Just as it was about to go for the kill, the Werewolf picked up the distinct smell of 3 creatures unlike anything else in the forest.
They all smelt like… blood.