Capítulo 8: Into the Unknown
The forest stretched endlessly before Elias, its dense canopy filtering the sunlight into fragmented beams. Each step he took was deliberate, his senses attuned to every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig. The power coursing through him was undeniable, but so were the questions it brought. He had always known what he was—a werewolf, a True Alpha, a rarity even among his kind. But this? This was something else entirely.
As he walked, memories of Beacon Hills surfaced unbidden. He remembered the stories he'd heard as a young werewolf, tales of Alphas who could draw strength from their enemies. It was a rare ability, one whispered about in hushed tones and often dismissed as myth. Yet here he was, living proof that such power existed. The thought both exhilarated and unnerved him.
"This isn't Beacon Hills," he muttered to himself, glancing at the towering trees and the unpaved path beneath his boots. The world he found himself in was unlike anything he'd known. People traveled in carriages, dressed in antiquated clothing, and spoke with a formality that felt out of place to him. It was as if he'd stepped back in time, far from the modern world he once knew.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices up ahead. He slowed his pace, his heightened senses picking up the faint scent of humans. Curiosity piqued, he approached cautiously, staying hidden among the trees.
A small group of travelers had gathered by the roadside, their wagon laden with goods. They appeared to be merchants, their clothing simple but well-made. One of them, a young woman with a determined expression, was attempting to fix a broken wheel while the others looked on helplessly.
Elias hesitated. He had avoided people since leaving the village, wary of drawing attention to himself. But something about the scene drew him in. Perhaps it was the woman's grit, or the way the others seemed lost without her guidance. Whatever the reason, he stepped out of the shadows.
"Need some help?" he called, his voice steady but non-threatening.
The group turned to him, their expressions a mix of surprise and relief. The woman straightened, wiping her hands on her skirt. "If you're offering, we won't say no," she said, her tone brisk but not unkind.
Elias approached, his sharp eyes quickly assessing the problem. The wheel was splintered, but it could be patched well enough to get them to the next village. He set to work, his strength and precision drawing curious glances from the merchants.
"You're not from around here, are you?" the woman asked as he worked.
Elias shook his head. "Just passing through."
"Where are you headed?"
"Wherever the road takes me," he replied, keeping his answers vague. He wasn't ready to share more than that.
The woman studied him for a moment but didn't press further. "Well, wherever you're going, watch yourself. These roads aren't as safe as they used to be."
Elias nodded, finishing the repair with a final twist of his hands. "Thanks for the warning."
The group thanked him profusely, offering him food and water in gratitude. He accepted, though he knew he didn't need it. His body had long since adapted to survive on less, but the gesture was appreciated.
As he continued on his way, the encounter lingered in his mind. The world he found himself in was harsh, yet the people were resilient. It was a reminder that, despite everything, humanity endured.
Meanwhile, in a shadowed manor far from the forest, the vampires convened once more. The leader, his patience wearing thin, paced the room as his subordinates discussed their next move.
"He's dangerous," one of them said, their voice tinged with fear. "We've already lost two of our own."
The leader's gaze was cold. "And we'll lose more if we act without a plan. Elias is no ordinary creature. Whatever he is, he's learning, adapting. We must be smarter."
"What do you propose?" another asked.
The leader stopped pacing, his expression thoughtful. "We watch him. Learn his patterns, his weaknesses. When the time comes, we'll strike. But not before we're ready."
The others nodded, their resolve hardening. The hunt for Elias had become more than a matter of revenge—it was a matter of survival.
Elias walked on, the sun dipping lower in the sky. The forest grew darker, its shadows lengthening with each passing hour. He was alone with his thoughts, the questions swirling in his mind like a storm.
What had happened to him? What was this power he now possessed? And most importantly, where was he? The answers felt just out of reach, tantalizing but elusive.
As night fell, he found a small clearing and decided to rest. He built a modest fire, its flickering light casting long shadows around him. The warmth was comforting, but it did little to ease the unease in his chest.
Staring into the flames, he allowed himself a moment of reflection. He thought of Beacon Hills, of the life he'd left behind. Becoming a True Alpha in 1905 had been a turning point, a moment that defined him. But now, in this strange new world, he felt adrift.
"I'll figure this out," he said quietly, his voice firm. "One way or another."
The forest remained silent, as if holding its breath. Elias closed his eyes, letting the crackle of the fire lull him into a light sleep. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new questions. But for now, he allowed himself a moment of peace.
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