Heirs, 47

(POV: Luan Raphael)

After capturing everyone's attention, without getting off Lúcia's back, she proceeds through the crowd, leading me directly to the small improvised stage and leaves me in front of my mother. I feel my heart ache at the sight of her condition, my eyes well up with tears, and overwhelming anguish takes hold of me.

Lúcia and I were the first to arrive, even though I have no idea how she managed to surpass all the other wolves, as we left well after them.

"Ah!" the redhead woman claps her hands, looking satisfied. "You've finally arrived, you were the only ones missing for my show," she says, and I feel disgust just by looking at her.

"Who are you?" I ask, staring at her with contempt.

"I'm your mother's creator," she boasts, smiling, and my eyes widen.

"What is she talking about?" Lucca descends from Isabella's back and approaches our mother. "For Luna's sake, mother," he murmurs, with desperation and concern.

"Well, Lina, how unbecoming. You didn't tell them how you came into this world?" the woman mocks.

"You wretched..."

The red-haired woman moves past me so quickly that my eyes can barely keep up and strikes my mother.

"You wretched," I shout.

I feel her cold hands pushing against my chest, and my body is thrown backward. I hit my back against a tree and gasp in pain, with a metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I glare at the redhead with even more rage. Who is this woman?

I see Lúcia advancing toward the redhead, but she manages to break free with agility. Lúcia tries to bite her, but the woman's strength is based on experience, something none of us have. A man approaches and injects a liquid into Lúcia's paw, causing her to return to human form, naked and vulnerable in front of everyone. My blood boils as I see her throw my girl onto the edge of the stage, and I'm sure she broke her spine. This won't go unpunished.

I feel a burning heat spreading inside me, but I don't care; I just want to kill that wretched woman who is causing so much pain to the people I love. I rise from the ground, begin to walk, and feel my bones being crushed, but I try to ignore the pain because the anger I'm feeling is overwhelming. As I approach the stage, I fall to my knees on the ground, and my gaze turns to my legs, which are broken. I clench my fists with all my strength as the scream builds up in my throat, raise my hands, and see that they are covered in fur. Finally, I am transforming.

"Mine..." a voice screams in my head as I look at Lúcia, lying on the ground and unconscious. Isabella is beside her, and I see a man approaching them, trying to attack Isabella with a piece of wood. She growls, showing sharp teeth.

My brother approaches in desperation, and in a matter of moments, he too begins to transform, displaying the same characteristics I am experiencing.

"Quick, you idiots!" the redhead shouts angrily. "Don't let them transform!"

Several men come toward me, and before my vision goes completely dark, I manage to see Lucca transforming into a huge brown wolf. I hear the growling of the other wolves who have finally arrived.

"Hi, Luan, I'm Cris," a deep voice echoes in my head as I look at Lúcia, lying on the ground and unconscious. Isabella is beside her, and I see a man approaching them, trying to attack Isabella with a piece of wood. She growls, showing sharp teeth.

(POV: Renata)

"From here on, we'll have to go on foot," Deniel calls my attention, and I realize we've stopped. We get out of the truck, and I'm at the edge of the dark forest. The pack isn't far away.

Although I don't have much experience in my wolf form, I feel the need to transform to move faster. My head is spinning, so much has happened, and there's still much to be clarified. Like the fact that I am Lina's daughter. I feel my heart warm at the thought of having siblings, a family, and gaining a handsome mate. But in a corner of my heart, I feel anguish because of Scarllet. Anger blinded her and made her evil. I know that somewhere in that cold body, there's a good person, and I hope to reach her before something terrible happens.

I start to remove Deniel's jacket covering me, and he turns his back. I smile at his chivalry, toss the shirt over his shoulder, and transform.

"Hi, Renata," my wolf greets me, and I smile internally.

"You're so beautiful," Deniel says, looking at me in awe. "Come on, we can't waste any more time." He says after shaking his head to dispel his thoughts. "I have a lifetime to admire you, my little one."

He puts on the shirt that was on my body over the one he's wearing, then stretches his arms and legs.

"Celeritas," he recites a word in a strange language and begins to run faster. Without waiting another second, I start following him, easily keeping pace, running side by side.

After a few minutes of

running through the trees, we arrive at my parents' mansion. It's still strange to refer to them that way, but I need to get used to it. I look around, and the scene I see shocks me deeply. Several wolves of different colors and sizes are fighting with the vampires from the small army of the woman I once called mother. Other pack members are tied up, unable to defend themselves.

Looking at the stage, my heart tightens. Lina and Nicollas are lying on the ground, unconscious and badly hurt. Tears fill my eyes. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Next to them, I see Scarllet with a malevolent expression, holding two huge wolves. At first, I don't recognize them, but as they return to their human form, I realize they are my brothers. My heart stops for a few seconds as I see them, and then, two men from her army approach with daggers in their hands.

She's not going to kill my brothers. I growl loudly, drawing everyone's attention to me, and overwhelming fury takes hold of me. I charge onto the stage, and as soon as I put my paws on the dark wood, I attack the two men and rip their heads off within seconds.

"I can't stand to see so many wolves," she rolls her eyes, mocking. "Accursed race, huh?" After saying this, she tosses my naked brothers aside, and I only hear the thud of their bodies hitting the wood.

"I can take care of you first," she approaches me slowly, but suddenly stops and stares at me for a few moments. "Renata?" she questions in doubt. "Daughter, is that you?"