The morning was quiet, but inside the hospital room there was a strange mix of smiles and tension. Isadora, still pale from last night's childbirth, gently patted the infant in her arms — Lorenzo, born under the full moon, bearing a wolf's paw–shaped mark on his chest that shimmered faintly with every breath.
Moments later, the door opened. Don Rafael entered, carrying a suitcase and a relieved smile, though worry lingered in his eyes. Behind him came Aling Aurora, their longtime housekeeper, holding her eight-month-old daughter Amara, who slept soundly in her mother's arms.
Don Rafael:
"Isadora, everything's ready. I've settled the bills and packed our things. We're leaving this morning."
Isadora (smiling faintly, visibly tired):
"That's good, Rafael. I'll feel safer once we're home. I don't know why, but I can't shake this feeling… like someone's always watching us."
Don Rafael (nodding slowly, gazing at his son):
"You're not wrong. That's why we need to be extra careful. We don't know if the enemy's eyes are still watching. What matters is that Lorenzo is safe."
Aling Aurora (approaching, looking at the child):
"What a beautiful baby, Don Rafael… Señora. His skin glows like the moon itself. And that mark on his chest — it looks alive, it shimmers when I touch it."
Isadora:
"That's the sign of the prophecy, Aurora. It says, 'Under the blood moon, the bearer of light shall be born. He will be the hope of the white bloodline and of all wolves, in honor of the final wish of his father, Lucien.'"
As Isadora spoke, Amara stirred in Aurora's arms. Her eyes slowly opened, and in her tiny palm flickered a faint blue glow — soft but visible. The light spread outward like moonlit air, drifting toward Lorenzo's chest.
At that instant, the mark on Lorenzo's chest blazed brightly, responding to Amara's glow. The two infants seemed bound by an unseen force, an inexplicable connection between their souls.
Aling Aurora (nearly gasping):
"My God! Don Rafael — look! My daughter… and your son!"
Isadora (trembling, on the verge of tears):
"Rafael… the mark is glowing again! It's as if Lorenzo recognizes Amara…"
Don Rafael (sternly, eyes fixed on the children):
"This isn't normal. The power of the Moonblood shouldn't awaken like this… unless there's a powerful link between them."
Aling Aurora (quietly, anxious):
"You mean… my child is connected to Lorenzo?"
Don Rafael (low but firm):
"It seems so. But we must keep this secret. No one must ever know. If the enemy wolves discover that the bearer of the white bloodline lives… it will be our end."
He carefully took Lorenzo from Isadora's arms, brushed her forehead, and squeezed her hand.
Don Rafael:
"Don't worry, Isadora. No one will ever harm him. I promise you that. I won't fail Lucien."
When they left the hospital, Don Rafael ensured no one noticed them. His bodyguards surrounded the family, scanning every corner of the area. Isadora held Lorenzo close, head bowed, avoiding attention. Aurora walked beside her, gently rocking Amara.
As their car drove away, a cold breeze followed — as if unseen eyes were watching from afar. Inside the car, Lorenzo's eyes slowly opened, and once more, the mark on his chest shimmered.
Then, a whisper brushed through the air — soft, almost lost in the wind:
"The blood of the moon has awakened once more…"
Narrator's Note:
"Legends say that when the Moonblood awakens, destiny begins to shift — and those who have long waited in the dark will rise again."
To be continued...