Revelations Of The Moon

Jasper stood in the quiet of the forest, his breathing steady as he processed the raw power thrumming through his veins. The transformation was still new, disorienting in some ways, but each passing moment deepened his understanding of what he was becoming. With every beat of his heart, he could feel Nyx's lingering gift—power, clarity, and, above all, a purpose.

As he steadied himself, a sudden, intense wave of knowledge swept over him, a gift from Nyx herself, flowing directly into his mind like a burst of light. In that instant, he understood something fundamental about his nature, a revelation that settled into his bones with an ancient weight.

He was not just a werewolf—he was something rare, something almost forgotten. A progenitor.

Images flooded his mind, visions of the he was destined to become. A being different from the werewolves of this world. He held a dual essence, a purity of form and spirit. Wolves who could walk as men, but unlike the werewolves here, his forms were not limited to a hybrid state. No, he could shift freely between the form of a bipedal wolf—massive, towering, instinct-driven—and a pure, natural wolf, blending seamlessly into the wild, utterly indistinguishable from their brethren.

A thrill ran through him at this revelation. He had inherited this lineage of another world, this duality. He was the beginning of something new to this world, or perhaps, the return of something very old from somewhere very far. He glanced down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he tried to imagine what these forms would feel like, each one tied to a different aspect of his power.

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with him. It seemed almost alive, guiding him in this discovery. He'd have to try it—test his limits, feel the strength of this ancestral form. But for now, he held back. This form was as much about control as it was about raw power, and he'd need to be cautious. The knowledge alone, however, settled something within him. He wasn't just here to survive; he was here to bring something lost back into the world, and he felt that Nyx had intended this for him all along.

As Jasper took in his surroundings with this new understanding, he noticed a faint scent lingering in the air—familiar, human, and unmistakably close. The scent was muddled with adrenaline, and something inside him tensed. Tilting his head, he inhaled deeply and recognized Stiles' scent. Scott's friend was nearby. Jasper hadn't been planning to see anyone tonight, but he couldn't ignore the feeling, the instinct that something was wrong.

Moving with a newfound ease, Jasper sprinted through the trees, his steps nearly soundless on the forest floor. He didn't have to think about where he was going; his senses, his instincts, guided him. He emerged at the edge of a small clearing and saw them: Scott and Stiles. Scott was crouched low, clearly struggling to contain his own transformation, while Stiles hovered beside him, a mixture of fear and loyalty etched on his face.

Jasper stepped forward, his presence finally catching their attention. Stiles jumped slightly, his eyes widening as he spotted Jasper, but he quickly glanced back at Scott. It was clear he hadn't expected to be discovered out here.

"Jasper?" Stiles whispered, his voice carrying both relief and shock. "What are you doing here?"

Jasper approached slowly, his eyes shifting from Stiles to Scott, who seemed moments away from losing control. "I could ask you the same thing," he said quietly, his voice calm yet heavy with an authority that resonated from deep within him. "But it looks like Scott needs some help."

Scott's eyes flickered, glowing golden as he fought for control. Jasper took a step closer, letting a surge of Alpha energy flow through him, his own eyes flashing a fierce, radiant red. The effect was immediate. Scott's gaze snapped to Jasper's, and he froze, his wolf instincts responding instinctively to the Alpha presence before him.

"Scott," Jasper said, his voice resonating with a quiet command. "Breathe. Focus on me."

Scott's tension began to ease as he stared into Jasper's eyes. The glowing red was both a challenge and a reassurance, an ancient power that commanded respect. Slowly, Scott's breathing steadied, his golden eyes dimming as he regained control.

Stiles, who had been watching with wide eyes, finally found his voice. "Wait—you're an Alpha?" he asked, the shock evident in his tone.

Jasper let his eyes return to normal, a small smile playing on his lips. "Something like that," he replied, his gaze still steady on Scott. "Let's just say I've been around this for a while."

Scott looked up at Jasper, a mixture of relief and awe on his face. "How did you…?"

"Because I'm like you, Scott," Jasper said gently, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "But I'm also different. I know what you're feeling, and I'm here to help you figure it out. We'll get through this—together."

Scott held Jasper's gaze, and the intensity of the red in his Alpha's eyes was something Scott knew he wouldn't forget. It was the mark of someone who understood the struggle and power that came with being a werewolf.

The three of them stood together under the moon's quiet watch, the forest surrounding them in a comforting embrace. Though Scott and Stiles didn't fully understand yet, an unspoken bond had begun to form between them. They weren't alone in this, and Jasper knew it was the beginning of something larger. Nyx's presence lingered in his thoughts, like a warm shadow encouraging him forward.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Jasper knew that he was here not just to survive but to lead and protect. And tonight, he had taken the first step.