Enzo [MxM]

03 | Corn Moon

A/N: This is the first chapter containing new elements and information that hasn't been mentioned in the original book, aka Night, Blood & Sangria. This is where our story starts to move forward :)

Enjoy reading! 😉

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It starts the way it always does. At first my claws appear, then I feel the familiar pain in my jaw while my fangs make their way through. The burning sensation on my skin lasts only a few minutes this time. I'm getting better at this!

And that's the easy part. What follows is a whole hour of immense torture. My bones breaking and reshaping to sculpt into my wolf form. I last through the agony but I'm not a fan of pain. I prefer to afflict it, not bear it.

I howl, gritting my fangs and growling when the pain becomes too much to endure. It's supposed to get easier with time. But it sure doesn't feel like it.

By the time I join the rest of the pack, I'm exhausted. But this is how it is for all young werewolves until we learn to control the transformation.

Our Alpha howls at the moon, his creamy white fur glistening under the moonlight. And then he runs, followed by my dad's dark brown wolf and my weary paws, the rest of the pack right on our tails.

At one point the Alpha stops sprinting forward and circles around until his mate catches up with us. They roll on the ground, provocating a growl of envy to escape my muzzle.

Pablo attracts my attention to something half-buried under a big oak tree. I dig along with him to uncover the treasure that lies beneath... And it's really a treasure chest! All mine! Mine! Mine!

It's one of those wooden chest boxes you would imagine pirates keeping their riches in. Its lock is old and rusty. It must've been buried there for quite some time.

I've found a treasure! It was probably buried by some kid and doesn't have anything more than marbles and toy cars in there but it's mine now!

I growl at my brother.

My treasure!

It isn't like he was trying to take it away from me but I can't help but being territorial.

I pick the lock with my claws but I don't want to break it just to see what's inside. It doesn't take me long to realise I would need my human form to open it.

I curl up around it, protecting what is rightfully mine. The rest of the pack continues their monthly run but I stay behind. I can't carry it with me and I don't want anyone else to snatch it under my muzzle.

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I wake up naked, in my human form, with the usual aches all over my body. My neck and my lower back hurt the most. The pain in my jaw is almost bearable. I'm kinda used to it by now.

"What do you have there?" I hear my dad's voice. He's already dressed and showered, his chocolate brown hair pulled into a neat ponytail.

"Oh, that." I look at the wooden chest I was curled over, no longer so psyched about it. "I've found it under a tree. More like Pablo found it and I dug it up. I don't know... It felt like finding a pirate treasure."

My dad chuckles. "I'm glad you had fun playing."

I decide to take the chest with me. So I didn't spend half of the night guarding it in vain. Plus, I'm kinda curious what's inside. Even if it turns out to be just marbles and toy cars, it would still be fun to open it and go through another person's childhood treasures.