Moonlit enchantment; The cursed wolf

The morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Damien emerged from his room, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway of the Hartman mansion. He paused at the top of the grand staircase gazing dien at the marble foyer below, where the soft glow of dawn filtered through the stained glass windows.

As he descended the stairs, Damien caught sight of the households gathered in a hushed circle near the entrance, their murmured voices and anxious glances betraying a sense of unease. Something was amiss; he could sense it in the air, a tension that pickled at the edges of his consciousness.

"Damien," called Mrs Jenkins, the head housekeeper, her voice tinged with concern as she beckoned him forward."Your parents have requested your presence in the drawing room, it's urgent ."

Damien's heart sunk at her words, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He followed Mrs Jenkins through the maze of corridors and grand halls, the weight of impending doom heavy upon his shoulders.

As they entered the drawing room, Damien's gaze swept over the opulent furnishings and intricate tapestries that ordered the walls, a stark contrast to the solemn faces of his parents seated at the far end of the room.

His mother, elegant and poised as ever, fixed him with a penetrative gaze that seemed to pierce through his defenses." Damien darling," She began, her voice soft but commanding."We've called this family meeting to discuss an important matter."

Damien's father, a man of few words, sat silently beside her, his expression unreadable as he fidgeted with his cufflinks. His twin brothers, Alex and Lucas, bunged on the sofa nearby, their attention fixed on the glowing screens of their handheld gaming devices. Their mother's disapproving glare went unnoticed as they battled virtual foes with gusto, oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Boys," their mother admonished, her voice sharp with irritation." This is a family meeting, not a playground; show some respect." His mother then turned her attention back to him, her gaze unwavering as she delivered the news that would shatter his world.

"We've decided to transfer you and your brothers to the human school," she announced, her words hanging heavy in the air like a death sentence.

Damien felt a surge of disbelief and anger rise within him, a torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm his tenses. But he held back his tongue, his quiet demeanour a mask for the storm raging within.

As his mother continued to speak, outlining their reasonings for the decision, Damien's mind drifted, his thoughts consumed by a single burning question- how could they do this to him? Knowing how much he hated the humans? What was wrong with Moonridge Academy? The school they had known their whole life?

He sat in the drawing room, the news his parents had just delivered echoing in his mind like a cruel joke. His parents' words hung in the air, stifling and oppressive, as they discussed transferring him and his brothers to a human school. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. He stared at the family portrait above the fireplace, his gaze unfocused, his thoughts far away.

His mind drifted back to Moonridge Academy. The contrast between the suffocating drawing room and the freedom of the academy was stark. Moonridge was a sanctuary, a place where he could truly be himself without fear or judgment. He remembered the feeling of the forest floor beneath his paws and the wind in his fur as he ran through the woods.

The sense of belonging he felt at Moonridge was unmatched.

The drawing room, with its polished wooden floors and richly upholstered furniture, felt like a cage in comparison. His parents continued their conversation, oblivious to the turmoil raging inside him. His mother, with her composed demeanor, and his father, with his stern, unyielding expression, spoke of opportunities and fitting in. They spoke of the human school as if it were a golden ticket to a better future, but he couldn't see it that way.

"Why?" he finally managed to ask, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Why are you doing this?"

His parents exchanged a glance, their expressions softening. His mother sighed, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "Damien we believe this is the best decision for your future. You need to learn to live in the human world, to understand it."

"Understand it?" Damien's anger flared, his voice rising. "I don't want to understand it. I hate it! They'll never accept us. They'll never accept me!"

His father frowned, his tone firm. "Damien, this isn't up for debate. We've made our decision."

Lucas's heart sank. He felt a deep sense of betrayal. They knew how much he loved Moonridge, how much he needed it. Why couldn't they see how wrong this was?

As his parents continued to discuss logistics and schedules, his thoughts returned to the academy. He could picture it vividly: the central building with its ivy-covered walls, the dormitories that had become his second home, and the forest that offered solace and adventure. The idea of leaving all of that behind was unbearable.

His parents' decision felt like a prison sentence. At Moonridge, he was free. Among his kind, he was understood and accepted. But in the human world, werewolves were the most hated. They would be killed immediately if spotted, and hence, they have learned how to live amidst them but in hiding. If it was revealed that you are a werewolf it was a dead end for you.

Moonridge was more than a school; it was a haven. It was where he had learned to control his transformations, where he had discovered the rich history and traditions of his kind. And now, all of that was being ripped away from him.

His eyes burned with unshed tears. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "You don't understand," he said, his voice breaking. "Moonridge is my home. It's where I belong."

His mother reached out to him, but he pulled away, unable to bear her touch. " Damien, we just want what's best for you," she said gently.

"You don't know what's best for me," he replied, his voice filled with bitterness. "You have no idea."

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. Without another word, he stormed out of the drawing room, his heart heavy with anger and sorrow. He needed to get away, to find a place where he could think, where he could breathe.

Damien found himself in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He sank onto his bed, burying his face in his hands. The thought of leaving Moonridge, of being forced into a world that would never understand him, was almost too much to bear. His parents' decision felt like a cruel twist of fate, a sentence to a life of loneliness and rejection.