𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 ᴊᴏʏʟᴀᴅᴀ / ɢᴇᴍғᴏᴜʀᴛʜ

Ch. 17 ~ Forbidden Love

"Where are you planning to go, Griffinlord?"

Dian crossed his arms as he watched Griffin preparing to leave the mansion. Ever since he found out about Griffin’s relationship with the lycanthrope, he had been keeping a close eye on him. Even though their families had a good relationship with Lobo and Neve, Dian couldn’t ignore the possibility that their children might spark another war between their people. Both sides believed that a union between a lycanthrope and a vampire could only lead to disaster. 

"Daddy, I just wanted to buy something for my..."

"I’ll call your Ate Ciarra and have her buy it for you instead. Finlord, don’t even think about disobeying us, or you’ll face serious consequences. This is the last time I’ll warn you, so remember this well." 

Griffin gave a small nod and turned back toward his room. He wanted to argue, to tell his father that no one could truly predict the future, that the future was something they created themselves, not something bound by myths or ancient stories. But he held his words back and kept his thoughts to himself. 

He rushed back to his room, not sparing his father another glance. Anger boiled inside him. His father chose to believe old tales instead of listening to him. He didn’t understand the concern his family had for him, only that their actions felt suffocating, as if they were slowly crushing him. They refused to let him see Wyatt, and now, the longing in his heart was growing unbearable. The more they tried to keep them apart, the stronger his desire to see Wyatt became.

Midnight arrived and it came another full moon. Griffin was standing on the balcony of his room, staring up at the night sky. The peaceful silence of the mansion was soon broken by the eerie howls of the lycanthropes in the distance. Moments later, a sharp pain shot through his body. 

At first, he tried to endure it, but the pain only grew worse. His bones felt like they were cracking apart and reshaping themselves. He could feel his claws slowly emerging from his fingers. Panic set in as he realized what was happening, he was transforming into a lycanthrope again. Desperate, he called out for help. His voice echoed through the mansion as he shouted for his father. The pain was unbearable, and he didn’t know how to stop it. Hearing their son’s cries, Dian and Theo rushed toward his room. But before they could reach him, they were met with an empty space. The balcony doors were wide open and the cold night wind howled through the room. The only sign of their son was the sound of distant howling, growing fainter as it disappeared into the depths of the forest. Dian took a step forward, his instincts telling him to go after Griffin. But Theo placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. 

"Let him go, Dian. We can’t control him right now. He’ll come back once he shifts back into his human form."

"But Theo… what if he finds Wyatt?"

"Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes. For now, let’s just hope he finds the sanctuary he needs."

Dian lifted his gaze to the night sky. The full moon shone brightly, casting a majestic glow over everything. But to him, it was a sight he wished he could ignore. Every full moon brought nothing but pain, pain for his son, who suffered through his transformation and pain for himself as it served as a cruel reminder of the truth he had tried so hard to forget. Griffin was never truly his. No matter how much he loved and raised him as his own, the reality remained the same. Griffin was not his son.

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In his smoky, wolf-like form, Griffin moved through the dense forest until he finally found the small house where Wyatt had once taken him. It was a place built with love, a home his lover had created just for him. 

Slowly, he stepped forward, circling the house as his sharp senses scanned his surroundings. His ears twitched at every sound, listening carefully for any sign of danger. Though his lycanthrope form granted him immense power, he was still unfamiliar with it. He could feel the raw strength coursing through his body, but he had no idea how to control it. The thought of losing himself to it scared him. 

His glowing eyes carefully inspected every corner of the house, making sure no one was inside. Once he was certain he was alone, he let out a deep breath and stepped inside. His heavy paws moved across the wooden floor until he reached the bed Wyatt had prepared for them. 

The exhaustion from his transformation weighed on him, and as soon as he curled up on the bed, he felt his body relax. His thick fur brushed against the soft blankets, offering him a comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. His tired eyes slowly closed, and within moments, darkness surrounded him. The night was silent, and before he knew it, the restless lycanthrope drifted into a deep sleep.

The next morning.......

"Griffin please wake up"

Wyatt carefully draped a blanket over Griffin’s sleeping form as soon as he saw him resting peacefully on the bed. His body was completely bare, and despite his best efforts, Wyatt couldn’t ignore the warmth rising in his chest. A heat spread through him, not just from Griffin’s body but from the overwhelming emotions he struggled to contain. He had already made a promise to his father, to be the one in control between the two of them. He understood things that Griffin couldn’t, and because of that, he carried the responsibility of keeping their emotions in check. No matter how much he loved him, he couldn’t allow himself to lose control. Griffin slowly woke up. The moment he saw Wyatt beside him, a smile spread across his face. Without hesitation, he threw his arms around him and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. But Wyatt quickly pulled away. His hands gently pushed against Griffin’s shoulders, creating distance between them. His heart ached at the rejection, but he knew he had to stay strong. He couldn’t allow himself to betray his family, nor could he let himself give in to temptation. No matter how much he wanted Griffin, he had to resist.

"Why? Don’t you miss me?"

Griffin started to feel bad about his boyfriend's action and asked him with his voice filled with longing as he looked  into Wyatt’s eyes. Wyatt let out a quiet sigh, his face torn in pain.

"Of course, I miss you, I miss you more than you know. But we have to stop this... It’s not just about us. It’s for our own good, and for everyone else’s as well."

Wyatt spoke with a heavy heart, knowing how much it hurt to push Griffin away. But deep down, he believed it was the right thing to do, even if it meant denying his own feelings.

"For everyone's own good? And how about us? That's it? Is it easy for you to give up just because you believe in myths?"

"Fin, this isn’t just some old legend. It’s real, it has already happened to our family before, and I’m afraid history will repeat itself with us."

Wyatt’s voice was full of worry and his eyes were pleading for Griffin to understand him. But Griffin’s heart ached at those words. He clenched his fists, his emotions boiling over.

"No, That’s just an excuse. An easy way for you to finally push me out of your life. The truth is, you’ve realized that you can’t love a vampire. That no matter how much I love you, you’ll never be able to accept me for who I really am."

Griffin’s voice trembled, breaking under the weight of his emotions. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them felt heavy, they couldn't utter a word and painful truths. Without another word, Griffin turned away. He stepped toward Wyatt’s closet, pulling out one of his shirts and slipping it on. The fabric carried Wyatt’s scent, a lingering reminder of what they once had but he forced himself to ignore it. 

With a decision to step away, he walked toward the door, his mind racing. He didn’t know exactly where he was going, but one thing was clear, he couldn’t stay here any longer. Using his vampire abilities, he moved swiftly, slipping past the trees and vanishing into the forest without Wyatt’s help. By the time he reached the mansion, his decision was final. He would not see Wyatt again. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much he longed for him, he had to let go of him.

~END~

Author's Note:
I’ve started updating Griffin’s story again from time to time, or at least, I’ll see if I can fully focus on it. For now, this chapter is a bit short since I’m still getting familiar with the story again. It’s been three months since my last update, so I’m taking my time to reconnect with the plot and characters. 

I hope you’re still following along and enjoying the story with me.

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