Chapter 26 My Dad´s suspections
The sun was beginning to set over the small town, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. Ronnie’s dad, Mr. Carter, had been noticing strange things about his son lately—things he couldn’t quite explain. Ronnie had been more restless at night, his eyes gleaming strangely under the moonlight. His voice had a deeper, almost growling tone sometimes, especially when he was angry or excited. Mr. Carter, a practical man, tried to brush it off as overactive imagination or stress, but a nagging suspicion grew in his mind.
One evening, Mr. Carter decided to follow Ronnie after dinner. He watched from a distance as his son slipped out of the house, heading toward the woods at the edge of town. Ronnie moved with a strange agility, almost like he was made for the darkness. Curious and a little worried, Mr. Carter crept closer, hiding behind a thick oak tree. What he saw made his blood run cold.
Ronnie was in the clearing, under the glow of the full moon, transforming. His body shimmered, fur rippling across his skin, claws extending where his nails had once been. His eyes, once familiar and gentle, now glowed with a feral light. Ronnie was a werewolf. Mr. Carter’s heart pounded as he watched his son, feeling a mix of fear, confusion, and a strange sense of pride.
But what troubled him even more was what he sensed about Jenny, Ronnie’s girlfriend. That night, she was there too, standing beside Ronnie as he shifted. Their connection was undeniable—her eyes held a strange luminous quality, and her own body seemed to flicker with an internal glow, like she was part moon herself. Was she a werewolf or something even more mysterious? The idea was impossible, yet the signs were there.
The next day, Mr. Carter couldn’t keep his suspicions to himself. He approached Ronnie cautiously, voice trembling but firm. “Son, I saw you last night. I saw what you became. And I need to understand—are you... are you a wolf?”
Ronnie looked away, shame and fear flickering in his eyes. “Dad... it’s not what you think. It’s who I am. I can't control it sometimes. The moon... it calls to me.”
Mr. Carter’s mind raced. He had always known Ronnie was different, but now he saw the truth laid bare. His son was a werewolf—something he’d heard about in old stories, but never believed possible. And Jenny? She was part of this secret world, maybe even more deeply connected.
That evening, as they sat in the dim light of their living room, Mr. Carter’s suspicions turned into questions. “How long have you known? Is Jenny like you? Does she turn too?”
Ronnie hesitated before answering. “I think so. She’s always had that strange glow, especially during the full moon. I think she’s been part of this longer than I knew. And I... I need help. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I can’t fight what I am.”
Mr. Carter looked at his son—his boy who had always been kind, brave, and full of life. Now, he saw the struggle behind his eyes, the battle between human and beast. His love for Ronnie grew stronger, but so did his fears. He knew he had to protect his son, but also figure out how to help him control this monstrous part of himself.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Ronnie,” he said softly. “We’ll find a way. You’re my son. Nothing changes that.”
As the moon rose high that night, casting an eerie silver glow through the window, Mr. Carter made a silent vow. He would uncover the truth about Ronnie’s origins, about Jenny’s mysterious nature, and find a way to keep his family safe. Because sometimes, love and fear walk hand in hand in the shadows, and only understanding can bring light to the darkness.
And somewhere in the night, Jenny watched the moonrise, her own heart heavy with secrets. She knew her time was coming—her past, her powers, and her love for Ronnie were all intertwined. And she was ready to face whatever would come, no matter how dark the path ahead.
Later that same day, Ronnie found Mark sitting alone on the park bench, watching the sunset streak the sky with fiery colors. Ronnie hesitated, then sat beside him, voice quiet.
“Hey, Mark,” Ronnie started, kicking at a pebble. “Can I talk to you about something… serious?”
Mark looked over, concern flickering in his eyes. “Sure, Ronnie. What’s up?”
Ronnie took a deep breath. “It’s about my dad. He’s been acting weird lately—asking questions, watching me when he thinks I don’t notice. And I think… I think he suspects something about me.”
Mark nodded slowly. “You mean, about you being… you know, like, a werewolf?”
Ronnie looked down, nodding. “Yeah. Last night, I saw him sneaking around in the woods. He saw everything. I think he knows what I am.”
Mark looked surprised, then leaned in, voice low. “Ronnie, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I’ve had my own suspicions. My dad’s been acting strange, too. I noticed how he’s been avoiding full moons, and sometimes he gets really tense when the night’s bright. I think he might be involved in all this somehow—maybe he’s a werewolf, too.”
Ronnie’s eyes widened. “You think… your dad?”
Mark nodded. “Yeah. It would explain a lot. Maybe it’s a family thing. Maybe we’re all connected somehow, and the secrets run deeper than we realized.”
Ronnie looked at Mark, a mixture of relief and worry. “If that’s true, then maybe we’re not alone. Maybe there’s a way to learn about this, to control it. But I don’t know how to tell my dad. I don’t want to make things worse.”
Mark placed a hand on Ronnie’s shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Together. No matter how dark it gets, we’re not alone.”
Ronnie nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. Maybe they could face the truth together—and find a way to live with it, rather than be controlled by it.