Chapter 15:Blood Moon Awakens
Chapter 15:Blood Moon Awakens
The night wind howled, sweeping up fallen leaves and dust, swirling them in the air.
Two werewolves stood in their way, one in front and one behind, blocking their escape.
Tom's heart pounded so fast it felt like it might burst from his chest. He gripped his dagger tightly, cold sweat seeping from his palm. The presence of these creatures exuded an indescribable sense of oppression—every muscle on their bodies was taut, and their razor-sharp claws gleamed coldly under the moonlight.
"Damn it…" he cursed under his breath, scanning his surroundings, searching for a way out.
Elizabeth, however, kept her eyes fixed on the werewolf ahead, taking a subtle step back. Her voice was low and serious:
"Tom, if you get the chance, run."
"Are you kidding me?" Tom let out a cold laugh. "We're not dying here."
The werewolves advanced slowly, a deep growl rumbling from their throats—the excited breathing of predators before the hunt. Their eyes glowed eerily red, like twin flames burning in the dark.
But just then—
The sky changed.
The once pale, bone-white full moon was suddenly tainted by an unseen force. A dark crimson hue bled from its edges, slowly spreading outward. The crimson glow consumed the entire night sky in mere moments.
The Blood Moon had risen.
Instantly, the air thickened with the scent of blood—a cloying, suffocating sweetness.
The two werewolves sensed the shift as well. Their movements stalled momentarily before their growls turned even more frenzied. Bathed in the blood-red moonlight, their muscles swelled unnaturally, bones cracked and popped as their bodies grew larger, and their claws extended even further.
At the same time—
Tom's body also began to change.
It started with his fingertips. His nails grew rapidly, turning sharp and deadly. Then came the pain—a searing agony spreading through his limbs, as if his very bones were being reshaped. His body hunched over involuntarily, and a low, pained growl escaped his throat.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears. His blood boiled like molten lava in his veins. His muscles tore apart only to be stitched back together, reforming into something stronger.
His eyes ignited under the Blood Moon's glow, morphing into dark crimson beast-like pupils.
[Emotional Value System Awakening Progress: 60%]
The Blood Moon seemed to accelerate the awakening process. In just a short time, the progress had surged forward.
"Tom?!" Elizabeth's voice was filled with shock as she watched his transformation, her pupils contracting.
She saw his body rapidly grow taller. His clothes ripped apart as jet-black fur sprouted beneath his skin. His fingers elongated, his palms reshaping into clawed hands. A terrifying strength awakened inside him, as if some long-dormant beast in his bloodline had finally broken free.
He was becoming a werewolf.
Tom's mind was in chaos. He could feel every change in his body, could hear the shifting of his bones. But above all, an overwhelming hunger and a primal urge to fight surged through him, threatening to consume all reason.
His vision sharpened. The darkness of the night no longer concealed anything—every shadow, every movement was crystal clear. He heard the rustling of wind through the trees, the heavy breathing of the werewolves, even the rhythmic thumping of their hearts.
Thump—Thump—Thump!
The sound of rushing blood—it was calling him to hunt!
[Emotional Value Awakening Progress: 100%]
System unlocked. You now have the ability to harvest emotional values and exchange them for the following:
① A one-time rule modification opportunity.
② Temporary access to the Wolf King's evolution form (15 minutes).
③ Various items from the system's marketplace.
The werewolf in front of him seemed to sense his transformation. Its savage gaze flickered with a hint of hesitation. It tilted its head, letting out a deep, guttural growl—a warning, or perhaps a test.
But Tom was no longer the helpless human from moments ago.
He slowly lifted his head, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.
The next second—he lunged.
The ground beneath him cracked as he launched forward like a black lightning bolt toward the werewolf!
The creature reacted instantly, swinging its claws in a sweeping attack. But Tom was faster. With a sharp sidestep, he dodged the strike and leaped up, his razor-sharp claws slashing down—tearing through the werewolf's shoulder!
"ROAR!!!"
The werewolf howled in pain, blood spraying through the air. It tried to retaliate, but Tom's movements were even fiercer, giving it no chance to counter.
His hand shot out, seizing the werewolf's head. His fingers, like steel talons, sank into its flesh. Then—with a sharp twist—
CRACK!
A sickening snap echoed through the night. The werewolf's massive body convulsed violently before going limp, twitching a few times before falling still.
(Before dying, the werewolf experienced fear. Emotional Value +200)
Tom slowly released his grip, looking down at his bloodstained hands. His heartbeat raced, and an intoxicating exhilaration coursed through him.
It was an indescribable feeling—
Power. Absolute, overwhelming power.
He licked the blood from the corner of his lips, his gaze shifting toward the remaining werewolf.
That werewolf hesitated. It seemed to recognize the threat standing before it. No longer as aggressive as before, it took a cautious step back, its body tense, eyes wary.
Elizabeth stood at a distance, watching Tom with a complicated expression.
She knew—this Tom was no longer the same as before.
But… was he still the companion she once knew?
The night wind howled once more. Under the crimson glow of the Blood Moon, Tom stood tall, his fangs gleaming, his figure exuding an aura of absolute dominance—
Like a king of the night, overlooking his prey.
And on this night, the Blood Moon bore witness to his awakening.