He looked up and smiled, his eyes squinting. "It's strange, I had a headache and suddenly... it's gone," he remarked.
"That's because I'm here," she playfully approached him, engaging in a passionate kiss.
Breaking the kiss, she squinted and smiled. "That was intense!" she giggled, before they resumed their passionate kiss.
He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her, his fingers gently caressing her back.
Spinning around, he lowered her onto the bed, their kisses continuing.
The next thing he remembered were small moments of kissing her neck and holding her tightly in his arms.
She was enjoying the beautiful feeling until she gasped in pain.
"You're hurting me," she whispered, fear evident in her voice.
He was breathing heavily against her skin when he slowly withdrew, realizing that he had unknowingly dug his claws into her back.
Terrified, she watched as he transformed before her eyes. "Lincoln! Your face!" she exclaimed.
Unable to resist his primal transformation, his love and hunger for her flesh ignited within him, overpowering his control.
He pressed his lips against her neck once more, burying them deep into her skin. Drawing her closer, he felt a complete transformation within himself. He forgot who or what he was, he even forgot who's in his arms.
His fingers traced the outline of her spine, feeling the texture of her bones on his fingers. He had dug so far into her flesh that he had no idea how helplessly she was crying in his arms.
Attempting to regain control of his senses, he pulled away. "Forgive me, something is happening to me!" His voice trembled, sounding unfamiliar even to himself. "I am no longer who I once was!"
At first, she cried out in pain, but then she kissed his cheek.
"Lincoln, I'm sorry they did this to you!" She understood the circumstances that led to his transformation.
Gasping for breath, she struggled with increasing pain. He was now part wolf, part human, and she pulled him closer. "Lincoln, my love! You must help take this baby out, he won't survive otherwise!" The pain intensified, causing her to shake helplessly.
"How can I possibly do this?" he asked, panting heavily.
"Use your claws! Cut open me and retrieve the baby, now!" She shook him urgently, desperation in her eyes.
She was in her labor now, and was feeling two pain at once.
He followed her instructions, digging his nail into her belly. Her screams pierced the air, echoing through the skies.
"Do it!" she cried, her agony unbearable for anyone to see.
With a final pull, his claw broke through, and a fountain of blood erupted. Breathless, she sobbed, "Lincoln! It hurts!" She struggled to catch her breath, her pain overwhelming.
"I'm so sorry," he wept, gently cradling the baby in his arms. As he looked down, he couldn't believe his eyes. The child he held was not human, but a wolf pup. "Genevieve... He's not human," he whispered.
Realizing her gasp was trapped in her throat, he looked up at her face.
"I love you," she whispered, before losing her battle against death.
As her life slipped away, she let out one final gasp. Her pale eyes staring the ceiling, releasing the last of her tears.
He gently set the baby aside and cradled her face in his blood-soaked hands.
Overwhelmed with grief, he pressed his lips to her forehead and broke down into tears.
"No!" his scream echoed through the empty cabin.
His scream transformed into a mournful howl as he limped and stumbled, carrying her lifeless body to her final resting place.
With a heavy heart, he sat numbly in front of her grave, the weight of his actions sinking in.
"Genevieve is gone!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in realization.
"I killed her." Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, repeatedly slapping himself, until his cheeks began to bleed.
"Murderer, killer, evil, monster!" he mumbled, each word punctuated by a powerful blow against his cheeks.
Returning to his cabin, his gaze fell upon the wolf pup on the floor, covered in blood. He was very small.
Remembering his promise to his wife, he made the decision to love and care for her last gift, even if it was a wolf. He took the pup to the lake, bathing it in the water, before bringing it back home and settling it beside him.
As he lay on the bed, he gently brushed the wolf's fur with his finger until he eventually drifted into sleep, his cheek stained with blood.
Throughout the night, the wolf remained undisturbed, not waking even for a moment.
However, the next morning, Lincoln awoke to the sound of a baby's cries. Rubbing his eyes, he realized that he was now lying beside a human baby - a boy.
Overwhelmed with confusion, he rushed outside, desperately hoping that it had all been a dream.
But, unfortunately, he discovered that none of it was a part of a dream. He realized Genevieve was truly gone.
Quickly returning into his cabin, cradling his infant in his arms, he gazed upon the child with confusion. It was then that he realized the amazing truth - his baby was just like him he was half wolf and half human, just like himself.
However, this young boy did not undergo the transformation into a wolf until he reached the age of 16.
Later this curse was restrained from our bloodline by a ritual performed at birth.
This ritual involved injecting the newborns with scorching molten silver. Although it caused momentary pain, the remaining of their lives would go easily just like an ordinary human being.
If you happen to be searching for answers, I apologize that they didn't perform this ritual on you. If this is indeed the case, it means that the compressed curse of countless generations will descend upon you with great force.
By this I mean an intensified experience of pain, heightened rage, and uncontrolable desire.
Which also means, that the dark one has risen from his slumber. If I have accidentally mentioned his name, please cross it out with a pen, for it is strictly forbidden to call his name, as only then will he be free.
And before you go door to door in search for a cure, let me save you from all that struggle, there’s no cure to Lycanthropy, and no! Do not inject silver in your body, it will give you a slow and excruciating death!
And it won’t just kill you but you will turn into half human half wolf in front of everyone, and this isn’t something so good!”
In the end it said “Luna Darkwood!”
He was so shaken by all of this information that he had no choice but to escape this library “I wish I wake up and it is just a dream!” He whispered and began to run toward his car, he felt as if someone was following him or maybe those were just his fears trying to catch up to him. He started his car, to get back to Shadowbrook.