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Bloodmoon:Rising – A Werewolf Thriller




Caleb Mercer has spent his life feeling like an outsider in his quiet mountain town, but nothing could have prepared him for the truth—he's not just different. He's dangerous.




On the night of his eighteenth birthday, the full moon ignites a change deep in his bones, unleashing the beast hidden in his bloodline. Wracked with pain and driven by a primal hunger, he barely survives his first shift. When he wakes, the town is buzzing with whispers of slaughtered cattle and strange tracks in the woods. Caleb knows the truth—he lost control, and next time, it might be a person instead.




But he's not the only predator in the forest.




Something older, stronger, and far more ruthless is watching him, waiting. A rival pack has sensed his transformation, and they see him as a threat. As Caleb struggles to control the monster within, he's thrown into a deadly game of survival—one where the only rule is hunt or be hunted.




The moon is rising. The blood is calling.




And if Caleb doesn't master his instincts soon, he won't live long enough to see the next full moon.

Bloodmoon:Rising

Sheriff Dawson's office was dim, the only light coming from a flickering desk lamp that made the shadows seem alive. Caleb sat stiffly across from him, his bloodstained hoodie wrapped around him like armor. Neither had spoken for a full minute.

Caleb's jaw tightened. "About what?"

The sheriff leaned forward. "Don't play dumb. That thing tonight? I've seen wounds like that before. Not many. But enough."

Caleb stared at him, unsure how much to say. He didn't even know where to start.

"I don't know what it was," Caleb said carefully. "But I've… seen something like it. Once."

Sheriff Dawson narrowed his eyes. "The Carson girl?"

"I was at the scene," the sheriff said. "No human could do that. Not with bare hands. And tonight… that thing wasn't human either. But you?" He pointed at Caleb. "You fought it. You weren't afraid of it. You should've run."

Caleb hesitated. His body still ached. His heart was a drum in his chest. He felt… different. Even now. Sharper. On edge.

"Bullshit," the sheriff snapped. "You knew what it was. Or what it used to be."

Then, quietly: "You're not the first."

Sheriff Dawson sat back, eyes heavy with memory. "This town—this whole region—has stories. Disappearances. Mutilated animals. Unexplained murders. Most folks chalk it up to bears, or crazies in the woods. But my father? He didn't believe in coincidence."

He pulled open a drawer and set down an old, worn journal.

"This was his. He was sheriff before me. And he was hunting something…" He flipped the pages to a sketch—a creature, towering and half-human, with glowing eyes and twisted claws. "Said it was a bloodline curse. Said the moon called them."

Caleb stared at the page. It looked just like the thing from the alley.

And if what the sheriff was saying was true…

"I think it's happening again," Dawson said, his voice low. "And if you know anything, now's the time."

"I don't have answers," he said. "But I'm starting to think I'm part of it."

The sheriff studied him for a long moment, then nodded once.

"Then we find out what you really are."

Outside, in the trees beyond the station, something watched. A low growl echoed in the wind—hungry, hateful, and far from done.

The real hunt had only just begun.

Chapter Nine: The Hunt Begins