Return of The Blood Wolf: Ashes Rise

Chapter 61 - Phoenix

The moonlit night embraced the forest, and I stood on the cliff's edge with Draegon, our connection unspoken but palpable. The revelation of my wings had been an unexpected unveiling, a secret shared with him alone. Yet, as the gentle breeze carried whispers through the trees, a disturbance ruffled the tranquil air.

My senses heightened, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Instinct kicked in, and my eyes shifted to the shadows beneath the trees. There, lurking in the periphery, was the silhouette of Avalor. His presence, like a stain on the canvas of the night, sent a shiver down my spine.

The blood wolf within me stirred, a primal growl escaping my lips before I could contain it. The moon reflected in my eyes, turning them into pools of crimson as my control wavered. Avalor's mere presence was a threat, an intrusion into a space I had reserved for the trusted bond between Draegon and me.

Draegon sensed the shift, his hand on my shoulder grounding me. I turned to him, my eyes meeting his, a silent plea for understanding passing between us. He nodded, his gaze holding a mixture of protectiveness and assurance. With his support, I let my transformation unfold.

The transition was swift, the moonlight dancing on my fur as I shifted into my blood wolf form. My size doubled, and the night seemed to shrink in comparison to the powerful creature I had become. A low growl emanated from my chest, echoing through the clearing as I crouched, ready to spring into action.

Avalor, sensing the change, took a cautious step back. His eyes widened with a mix of fear and realization. The blood wolf's instincts surged within me, a fierce desire to protect what was mine, and Avalor's intrusion was an affront to that primal bond.

Every fiber of my being screamed to unleash the wrath of a blood wolf scorned. My muscles tensed, and I could feel the readiness to pounce, to defend against any threat to Draegon. Avalor's scent tainted the air, a scent that now sparked the blood wolf's fury.

Draegon's hand tightened on my fur, a soothing touch that cut through the haze of instinct. His voice, a calming melody, reached my ears. "Easy, Phoenix. He's not worth it."

I growled, torn between the desire to protect and the restraint Draegon urged upon me. The moon witnessed the standoff—a silent dance between predator and prey. In that moment, Avalor's fate hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of the cliff, much like the precarious balance between the wolf and the woman within me.