BLOODMOON

Chapter Twenty-Three: Shadows Of Prophecy

In the soft morning light, Arvan woke before Sahil. Deciding to start the day with a shower, he headed to the bathroom. The warm water cascaded over him, washing away the remnants of the night's visions and conversations.

After the shower, as Arvan changed into fresh clothes, he heard a voice speaking to him in Hindi. Surprised, he turned around to find his ancestor Prakash Ayyar, dressed with a sherwani, standing before him.

Prakash Ayyar spoke earnestly in Hindi, and then seamlessly transitioned to English, "Arvan, danger is on the horizon. The Lupus Daemonium are planning an attack. You, Sahil, and your pack are in grave danger. Trust in your instincts, and remember the strength that runs through your blood. The time to act is now."

With that, Prakash Ayyar's figure gradually faded, leaving Arvan standing in the quiet room, his thoughts heavy with the weight of the warning. The echoes of ancestral guidance lingered, urging him to prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.
Arvan, now dressed and ready for the day, approached Sahil's sleeping form. The urgency of Prakash Ayyar's message fueled his determination to safeguard his brother and their pack. With a sense of purpose, he roused Sahil, sharing the weighty guidance he had received.

Sahil, we need to be vigilant. Our ancestors have spoken to us, warning of imminent danger," Arvan explained in a hushed tone.

Sahil, still groggy from sleep, listened intently as Arvan recounted the encounter with Prakash Ayyar. The air in the room carried an unspoken tension, a realization that their destinies were woven with threads that spanned generations.

As the day unfolded, the pack gathered, and the gravity of the ancestral messages was shared with the group. Together, they formed a plan, uniting their strengths to face the looming threat.

The Lupus Daemonium, shadowy figures weaving dark designs, prepared to strike under the cloak of the approaching night. Unseen by the Lycans, the mysterious figure who had observed the trio the previous night orchestrated a sinister alliance with the Lupus Daemonium.

Arvan and Sahil joined Wískanitón's mother and Karoni for breakfast. The aroma of home-cooked food filled the air, creating a comforting atmosphere in the room. As the brothers shared the details of Prakash Ayyar's warning with their hosts, a sense of shared purpose began to unfold.

Soon, Arvan's pack arrived, welcomed by the warmth of Wískanitón's family. Laughter and camaraderie filled the air as the group gathered around the breakfast table. However, Zaid and Hussain were notably absent, having ventured out for a hunting expedition.

Amidst the lively chatter, Lydia and Maximiliano seized a moment to share their experiences from the previous night. Arvan listened intently as Lydia recounted her vision of ancient Rome, while Maximiliano described his dream in the Celtic forest. The convergence of these dreams with Prakash Ayyar's warning added depth to the unfolding narrative.

Lydia explained, "In my dream, I was in ancient Rome, and a mysterious woman showed me a vision of a bloodmoon, the Lupus Daemonium, and an ancient spell. It felt like a warning, a message from the past."

Maximiliano nodded, adding, "I had a similar dream. In a Celtic forest, a warning about impending danger was delivered to me by a Celtic figure. Our dreams seem intertwined, as if ancestral forces are guiding us."

As the revelations unfolded, the breakfast table became a forum for shared wisdom and insight. The unity of the Lycans, both in their diversity and shared purpose, strengthened with each passing moment, creating a formidable alliance against the shadows that loomed on the horizon.

Arvan, after absorbing Lydia and Maximiliano's accounts, took a moment to share his own revelation. "This morning, I had a vision, too. Prakash Ayyar, one of our ancestors, visited me.He spoke to me in Hindi and English, warning about an imminent danger."

Sahil chimed in, "It seems our dreams are pieces of a larger puzzle. Ancestral messages guiding us, foretelling a threat that we must face together."

Wískanitón's mother, who had been quietly listening, nodded knowingly. "The spirits speak in mysterious ways. Your ancestors are trying to protect you, guide you. We must heed their warnings and face what is coming."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as the weight of their shared visions sank in. The breakfast table became a space not just for nourishment but also for weaving together the threads of their destinies. The Lupus Daemonium's impending attack loomed like a storm on the horizon, and the unity forged in that moment would be their shield against the shadows.