My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Uncoiled

"Do you still want to continue? I'll finish you all!"

"Hoshis.... He is worthy of being the head of the clan ⁇ (Alpha). Your strength is incredible. But this time, are you able to defeat us? Auuuu...............!"

Long howls were made by their leaders. Suddenly dozens of wolves barged in filled the hall. Their number has quadrupled since before. They all dried up showing fangs with a snarl ready to attack. I'm trying to stay calm.

"Have finished your story today Derek! I've prepared this plan very carefully."

"You called for reinforcements?" the father's lyrics on every line of that wolf.

"I'll make sure you die today! Attack her!!"

Dozens of wolves attacked simultaneously. I didn't back down or avoid. With the power he had he attacked them all. But the acah looks very overwhelmed with a large number of enemies. One against dozens is unfair. Seeing that I tried to escape from my mother's embrace. I want to help dad. Dad is strong but they are too many. You can't win against them all at once.

"Take me off mom. I want to help you."

"Calm Rin. Your father won't be defeated so easily."

"No. I was tired of facing them. I have to help her!"

I slightly used my strength to escape from my mother's embrace but just a step away, suddenly an arrow shot rapidly towards me.

"Rin!!"

Long before I managed to dodge, mother quickly used her body to protect me. The arrow hit the mother's right shoulder. Blood was flowing down my mother's back.

"MOTHER ! ! !" my screams with tears instantly flowed at the end of my eyes. I was crying so much. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry mom."

"Stay hide your sign, don't let them know," mother smeared my forehead using her blood. "Don't cry, mom's fine."

"Mother....uu....."

Mom fainted in front of me because the arrow made me lose a lot of blood. I clenched my face to my mother's body with sadness and guilt that enveloped me. It didn't last long all of it instantly turned into anger and hatred. Plus when I saw dad getting cornered. Maybe because hearing my screams made his concentration crumble. One of the wolves managed to bite his neck and slammed his body very hard on the floor.

"It's enough you guys ⁇ clan (Beta) attacked my family!!! I will kill all of you to avenge this!!!" I snore not to accept the behavior of those who carry out attacks cunningly like this. But suddenly Sherina showed up and intercepted me.

["Let me do it Keyla. Go back to your subconscious. You won't be able to fight them. Your soul will be destroyed as soon as it faces the great werewolf power. I promise to kill them all while leaving one man."]

The aura Sherina exuded was terrifying. Such a strong pressure was felt from his sharp eyes. Sherina was really angry this time.

["Sorry to trouble you. Please help, Your Majesty."]

["Who dares to hurt my family must meet his end."]

I focused myself back into my subconscious. I let Sherina take over my body. But I don't just stay quiet. I'm not gonna let Sherina fight alone. I channeled all my remaining energy into helping him. It was enough for him to add strength when fighting against them.

Sherina is so terrible so in her demonic fashion. He kills blindly without knowing any mercy. The claw, kick and bite all do to attack the enemy so much in front. The white feather was now wrapped in red blood from his enemy. That sharp killing gaze did not dim at all. The fishy smell of blood did not make him tremble even more adding to the spirit of slaughtering all the remaining wolves. I don't know the continuation of that sadistic show. My consciousness was gone the moment Sherina attacked their leader.

...Third person point of view...

...ΩΩΩΩ...

"Gee... Whoa... What a great show. You can single-handedly defeat dozens of wolves. I underestimated you too much Miss. Morgene."

"The attack this time is to target you Rin. But for some reason suddenly the master changed his plan. Little disappointed. I can't watch you die at the hands of your own lover. But it's okay. Seeing Rin slowly tormented is much more fun than just dying. I will make him lose one by one the people he loves. Prepare Rin. The rest of your life is sorrow for you," Sindy turned around then vanished instantly leaving a black smog in the air.

...First person point of view...

...ΩΩΩΩ...

"MOTHER ! ! !" I shouted while waking up.

I found my body wet with sweat. My breath was breathless, so hard to find air. I was now in my room with my form back to what it was. The place I usually wake up the first time every event I experience. It felt better that I got out of bed, rushed to my mother's room. Until the room I saw everyone was there. They all looked at me in shock as soon as I barged into the room. Not caring about them my eyes were more fixed on the bedridden mother with the infusion tube in pairs on her hands.

"Mother....!" I ran over to my mother and sat right next to her with tears in my eyes.

"Keyla, you finally came to your senses. We are really very worried about you after what happened" Mitra said, sitting next to me.

"How's mom doing?" my many. I clenched my mother's hand and kissed her.

"It's..." Mitra seemed unable to say it.

"What's going on? Don't try to hide anything from me."

He took a deep breath and then breathed it out quickly. He walked towards me and then squatted in front of me. With his neck still wrapped in bandages, Dad reached for my hands. He stared straight at my eyes with a quiet look. I'm getting curious about what's going on and I hope it's not something I'm afraid of.

"Your mother.." Dad was silent for a while and seemed unable to tell me.

"Tell me. I beg you," I looked at you waiting for an answer.

"The pan-boy who pierced your mother's right shoulder was covered in poison..."

"What!!! Then how's mom doing?" I glanced sadly at the mother who was still lying unconscious. "Have you been given an antidote?"

"This is the problem. The poison had not been found the antidote," the bowed father said that.

I have a little pain in my chest. I bowed my body forward in pain. "Not found yet, doesn't mean there isn't."

"Mrs. Guttman, "call me without raising his head.

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