Mia and Noah exchanged a worried glance. Something was undeniably different about Tyler. His aura, once warm and familiar, now pulsed with an unsettling energy, a predatory undercurrent that made them both uneasy. Mia, ever the empath, felt a strange disconnect, a sense of loss that she couldn't quite explain.
Noah, however, felt a prickle of suspicion. Vampires, with their pale skin and ruby-red eyes, were a well-known legend in their small town. But Tyler's eyes… they were gold. A golden iris, shimmering with an inner light, was something he'd never seen before.
Noah knew better than to pry. Tyler had been through a traumatic experience, and pushing him would only alienate him further. Besides, what could he say? "Hey, Tyler, your eyes are glowing gold, and I think you might be some kind of… super-vampire?" It would sound insane.
Instead, Noah focused on making Tyler feel comfortable, offering him warm tea and listening patiently as Tyler recounted the fragments of his memory, the terrifying attack, the agonizing transformation.
Tyler, sensing their unease, tried to downplay the changes. "It's just… a side effect, I guess," he mumbled, avoiding their gaze. He felt a pang of guilt, a longing for the easy camaraderie they once shared.
But the truth was, he felt different. Stronger, faster, more… predatory. The scent of blood, once allure, now held a strange repulsive smell.
He craved raw meat, a hunger that seemed to grow with every passing moment.
As the night deepened, Tyler retreated into the tent, the weight of his newfound power pressing down on him. He was no longer human. He was something else entirely.
A Blood Wolf, walking the line between vampires and beasts, a creature of disgrace, a creature of nightmares,a creature forbidden to exist. And he was terrified.
"I… I need to… step outside for a bit," Tyler stammered, his voice rough and hoarse. He gestured vaguely towards the edge of the woods. "Need to… relieve myself."
Noah, still reeling from the sight of Tyler's glowing eyes, nodded dumbly. "Sure, man. Take your time."
Mia, her gaze fixed on Tyler with a mixture of concern and apprehension, said nothing.
Tyler, his heart pounding, slipped out of the tent and into the cool night air. He needed to get away, to understand what was happening to him. The woods, usually a source of peace and tranquility, now seemed to hum with a predatory energy, mirroring the turmoil within him.
He wandered deeper and deeper into the forest, the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filling his nostrils. His enhanced senses, a terrifying gift and a terrifying curse, overwhelmed him. He could hear the rustle of unseen creatures, the distant howl of a coyote, the faint thrum of his own accelerated heartbeat.
He found a secluded spot, a small clearing bathed in the moonlight. As he unbuckled his belt, a strange sensation washed over him. The urge to urinate was secondary to a more primal urge, a desire to sink his teeth into something, to taste flesh.
He suppressed the urge with a grunt of effort, his muscles trembling. He had to control himself. He wouldn't become a monster, mind he could control the blood urge why now why can't he be normal and now he was now an abomination an anomaly. He wouldn't give in to the darkness,he refused to taste a friend.
But as he stood there, the moon casting long, eerie shadows around him, he knew that the fight had just begun. The Blood Wolf was stirring within him, and he was no longer sure he could keep it caged.
Tyler, his eyes now glowing an intense gold, felt a surge of power unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He wasn't just strong; he was powerful. The blood within him, once a source of fear, now coursed through his veins like a raging river, fueling his every move.
"Hold me down!" he roared, his voice a guttural growl that echoed through the trees.
"Hold me down!"
And then, he unleashed them.
From the depths of his being, he summoned forth the blood warriors, creatures of pure, violent energy.
They materialized around him, swirling masses of crimson that coalesced into grotesque, humanoid shapes. They were beings of pure aggression, their eyes burning with an unholy light.
These were no ordinary constructs. These were soldiers, born from the depths of his own power, honed by the system into weapons of unparalleled destruction. They moved with a terrifying grace, their movements fluid and deadly.
With a chillingly casual motion, Tyler slashed at the air with his clawed hands. The blood warriors, understanding the unspoken command, surged forward, their bodies dissolving into a torrent of crimson that engulfed the surrounding trees.
The forest around him erupted in a cacophony of splintering wood and terrified animal cries. The blood warriors, relentless and unstoppable, tore through the undergrowth, their forms shifting and morphing, adapting to the terrain with terrifying ease.
Tyler, his mind a whirlwind of primal urges, felt a strange sense of liberation. He was no longer human, no longer bound by the constraints of morality or empathy. He was a predator, unleashed.
He turned and ran, his legs a blur of motion, his senses heightened to an almost unbearable level. He was heading towards something, drawn to it by an irresistible force. The bloodlust, once a distant whisper, now roared within him, a deafening cacophony that threatened to consume him entirely.
He was a monster. And he was finally free.
The forest, once a haven of tranquility, was now a battlefield. The air, thick with the scent of blood and ozone, bore witness to Tyler's rampage. He had become a whirlwind of destruction, a force of nature unleashed. He tore through the undergrowth, his claws sinking deep into the flesh of unsuspecting creatures – deer, boar, even the occasional wolf.
He was a killing machine, driven by a primal hunger that he couldn't control. The flesh, warm and metallic, tasted like victory. He ate deeply, the taste of life fueling his insatiable appetite.
Finally, exhausted and sated, he collapsed beside the carcass of a wounded deer, his chest heaving. The moon, his accomplice in this bloody rampage, began to wane, giving way to the first rays of the rising sun.
The sunlight, a harsh contrast to the darkness that had fueled his frenzy, brought with it a wave of nausea. He groaned, the sound a guttural rasp that echoed through the still air. Memories of the previous night, flashes of violence and bloodlust, flooded his mind. Terror, cold and clammy, gripped him.
What had he become?
Then, a new notification, stark and ominous, appeared before his eyes:
⟨[10 Days to the full moon]⟩
Tyler frowned. What did it mean? Was it related to his… werewolf side? He hadn't even considered that aspect of his transformation.
He looked down at himself, realizing for the first time that he was completely naked. He had stripped down to nothing during his frenzied hunt, his focus solely on the kill.
He stumbled towards the edge of the woods, his body aching, his mind reeling. He emerged from the trees, a wild-eyed, blood-stained figure, to find Mia and Noah searching for him.
Their eyes widened in shock as they saw him. Noah, ever the pragmatist, quickly tossed him a set of clothes.
"Here, put these on."
Mia, however, was speechless. Her face, flushed crimson, betrayed a single, overwhelming thought: Sexy.
Tyler, oblivious to her inner turmoil, pulled on the clothes, his mind still reeling from the events of the night.