Rise of The Nightwalker Clan

February 15th, 2021

Ambrose opened his eyes slightly after feeling the warmth of the sun of his face. The dread of the morning had nothing to do with the slightly chilly temperature outside or the light wind. That was because it was Monday.

"Ambrose get up!"

There was a shout from outside his door as he tumbled out of bed.

THUMP

Ambrose got up and lazily walked to the bathroom in his room to splashed some cold water on his face. Finally feeling awake he looks to see a familiar face in the mirror. Smooth white skin but not pale. A sharp jawline, a straight nose and dark blue eyes. None of these features is his most striking though, his most striking feature is his midnight black hair that, as of now was not combed and looks like a mess.

Overall, Ambrose is extremely handsome and although he is only fifteen, his looks turn heads of women of all ages.

After washing his face and combing his hair he gets dressed in a black hoodie, grey sweats and his white sneakers. Leaving his room with his backpack swung over his shoulder, Ambrose hears indistictive talking coming from the kitchen downstrairs.

After walking down the stairs he sees his family at the breakfast table happily clamoring about various things. His mother Lauren Zirel notices him and smiles; "Ambrose come and sit down to eat. I made pancakes and bacon."

"I'm not hungry."

Ambrose absentmindedly walked out the door and even forgot to greet the rest of the family.

"What the hell is wrong with him." His brother Darren, who is just one year older than him at 17 years old grumbled under his breath.

"He always gets like this when his birthday is nearing, I'm just surprised it started the day before and not a few days earlier like usual." Clara, who happens to be Darren's twin chimes in.

"Let's stop talking about it. We have the same conversation every year." John, Ambrose and the twin's father says in a strict tone. Contrary to his tone of speech, John's eyes were extremely complicated and anxiety filled as he looks at his wife who's eyes were the same as his.

Laura quickly snaps out of it and chides; "Let's go you two you're going to be late again." As she quickly shuffles them out the door.

Green Ridge High

RIIIIIIINGGGG

It was already last period Algebra class and Ambrose was dozing. It's not that Ambrose is not paying attention, but contrary to popular belief, in school he is a top student in every subject.

20 minutes into class he puts his head down, Ambrose finally stopped resisting his heavy eyelids and fell into a deep sleep, not knowing that very soon his life would be changed forever.

Ambrose found himself in a small clearing in a dark forest. The light of the full moon shining on him, making him look divine when paired with his attractive looks.

RUSTLE

Quickly, Ambrose turns around and watches as a humanoid figure emerges from the trees.

Standing 6'5-6 and a frame full of muscle, with the head of a wolf, razor sharp claws, teeth, glowing blue eyes and beautiful black fur on it's body. This creature, although looks animalistic had not shown any sign of hostility, not even a growl.

Ambrose was apprehensive but not terrified. Oddly enough he feels some sort of connection with the creature.

Suddenly, it lowers itself to his level and looks his straight in eyes. Glowing blue eyes met dark blue as what seemed like an eternity passed before the creature stood up straight.

Abruptly, it threw it's head up in the air and howled with all its might

AWWWOOOOOOOO

Ambrose covers his ears in shock and pain as he tries to block out the sound to no avail. Soon he arrived at his breaking point and let out a spine chilling scream from throat.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

Ambrose covered his ears as he let it all out but then noticed that the howl was gone and so was the pain as if it never existed.

Opening his eyes finally, Ambrose notices the many pairs of curious eyes of his classmates staring at him and the extremely angry expression his teacher is making.

Ambrose only had one word for this situation; "Fuck."

The teacher, Mr. Richards who's face was now black as a pot berated; "Mr. Zirel! Come see me

after school!"

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After a half and hour lecture from the teacher about sleeping and disrupting class and such, Ambrose wearily dragged his body on his route home.

As Ambrose was halfway home he hears a car zooming past him and abruptly stopping. The car door opens and a typical rich kid comes out. Polo shirt, khaki pants and designer shoes.

His name is Rick and he's from one of the wealthier families in town. He's a year ahead of Ambrose and in the same class as his siblings.

One time, he tried to hit on Clara aggressively and Darren beat the crap out of him after school and caused a huge incident. Both families could be said to be hostile to each other after that.

Rick, with obvious bad intentions and with a disgusting grin on his face grabs Ambrose by the shoulder; "I wonder how Darren's going to react when he finds out I beat the piss out of his little brother."

BAM

Rick suddenly throws a punch straight into Ambrose's stomach, making him cough and wheeze as he drops to his knees.

"HAHAHA get up you little shit."

Rick grabs Ambrose by the hair and lifts him off the ground. When he looks to see the fear in Ambrose's eyes what he sees is something completely different.

A human's sense for danger is dulled to a considerable degree compared to an animal. Most of the time a human may not know danger until it was too late.

Even so, Rick could clearly tell what would happen to him if he continued when he looked into those glowing blue eyes.

'If I hit him again, I will die.'

Sweat trickled down his face as he gradually became paler and paler. The sense of danger was almost palpable and threatened to suffocate him.

Rick quickly threw Ambrose to the ground and ran to his car. Speeding away as quickly as he could the car was out of sight in no time.

Getting up from the ground Ambrose wiped the saliva from his mouth and looked down at his hands with a dazed look. 'What the hell is happening to me.' Ambrose quickly ran back to his house at top speed. Rushing up the stairs and into his room.

Unknown to Ambrose the next day would be even crazier than today and would mark the day one of the most feared werewolves to ever exist will be born.