My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Let me cheer you up

"Yes, the sign appeared when Sherina, our biological daughter, was born" the mother continued.

"Given the prophecy, my father decided to close the residence of the night world so that no one would know about the beautiful mark on our daughter's forehead. But considering Sherina's gone... And now change yourself. We don't care about the prophecy anymore, until... You inherited our talent. Fear among elders and clans ⁇ (Alpha) arises. They're afraid you can't control werewolf power considering you got this power not from a lineage. But our concerns are greater once we know the sign is inherited from you" explained Dad.

"The reality is not really inherently real. The power of the werewolf and that beautiful mark was on Sherina's soul that was still alive inside me" my inner self. I put my right hand on my left chest. The sound of a heartbeat was clearly heard through my palm. "So, this heart blood is the antidote to the werewolf canine poison. A kind of antidote that everyone dreams of."

"Don't be afraid, Rin. We all must have protected you. We won't let them take your heart's blood" Aunt Emely said.

"The forecast must be wrong. There was no way heart blood could be the antidote to the werewolf canine poison. The inscription must have been made by a prankster, and the whole night world believed it" said Uncle Alan.

"Don't you think the blood of a werewolf can heal wounds in others?" my question made them look at me confused.

"It is fast to heal a werewolf, but its blood cannot be used to heal wounds in others. There's been research on that and the results are nil" explained the father.

"so. Uncle Alan, I'm sorry, "I sped up to Uncle Alan and scratched his hand with the fruit knife I picked up in the fruit basket on the table.

"You!" uncle Alan's little screamed as soon as the knife scratched his hand.

The other expression was so shocked at what I just did. I don't care about them. I hurt myself with the same knife, and then I put my blood on the wound on Uncle Alan's hand. After a few seconds, I stuck my blood. They were even more astonished as soon as they saw the wound heal instantly without leaving any marks.

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Days pass. After what happened that night, I prefer to be alone. I rarely even talk to Sofia, Lisa and Rosse or Nic, Kevin and Evan. I'm afraid their silly behavior was deliberately made to cheer me up with a faint smile. Sometimes I prefer to go to my subconscious, which for people to see, I feel like I'm asleep. With Sherina lying on the warm grass staring at the blue sky that I now miss. At least there are no memories of me with Uncle Fang. It's not like out there, every corner of the house there must be something that reminds me of him. With Sherina I want to tell you a long time and sometimes forget time. Many things we discussed or just playing among the grass flowers. That helped me forget my sadness.

"Rin, what's the problem? Why are you staying away from me?"

Perchye managed to pull my hand away as soon as I was about to escape from it. These few days I have avoided eye contact with Perchye, not answering his phone or replying to his message, even though it hurts me a lot. But every time I saw him, it reminded me that he was from the ⁇ (Beta) clan. I hate that clan. But in my little heart I can't blame Perchye for coming from the ⁇ (Beta) clan. He does not know the problem at all and cannot blame it. My heart is full of anxiety.

"Let go of my hand Perchye!"

"No! Before you explain everything. Tell me why did your attitude change to me? Am I wrong with you? If yes, I'm sorry. I beg Rin not to be like this. You're hurting my heart" the look in his eyes rendered me helpless.

"No, you're not wrong" I grabbed my lips as I multiplied the field trying to hold back my tears.

"Then why?" now his eyes are looking for my eyes. "I heard from your friends that you treat them the same way. You've been moody all day and seem to prefer being alone. Tell me, maybe I can help."

"I... I can't tell you, sorry," I still can't look him in the face.

"OK, if you don't want to, I won't force it either" Perchye's face looked disappointed. "But let me comfort you."

I raised my face as soon as our gaze met. "Comforting me?"

"You can play ice skating?" on the soft elixir tears that managed to escape from my eyes.

"Can" I bowed as soon as a soft, warm palm touched my cheek.

"Come, i..."

"Please don't refuse."

"All right," I said quietly without lifting my face. Yes, I also cannot refuse the calculations to make up for my mistakes because I screwed up these few days.

"thank you. I'll take you there after school."

Withdrawal I in his arms, let me kiss once my tubers and then gently caress my hair. I'm like a dead log. I wanted to return her hug but my hands were too heavy to do that. I let myself get intimate with him. This warmth, this feeling makes me unable to hate Perchye even if he comes from the clan ⁇ (Beta). I can feel his heartbeat rhythmically with my heartbeat.

Go back to school, as promised. Perchye took me to ice skating on the Osma Lake on the edge of town, a 15-minute drive from school. I let Rosse take her home with Lisa. Perchye had also invited them to join but was quickly rejected on the grounds of not being able to play but I knew the contents of their minds, that stupid smile told everything.

The lake is not too broad but many visitors from all walks of life play ice skating. Seeing them dancing on the ice sheet got me interested in trying it. There is a skate rental place on the lake, immediately we went there to rent each pair of shoes. I haven't played ice skating in a long time, do I still remember? The first time I set my foot on the ice sheet I felt a little nervous. I held on to the guardrail, gliding slowly to get myself to balance on the ice of the lake. What I didn't expect was that Perchye fell many times. Just standing for a while he had lost his balance and fell in various positions.

"Have you skated before?" I asked while helping him stand up.

"Eh... Yeah, I did, but that was when I was a kid."

"Can you?"

"Yes. Um... Actually, no," he said with a smile showing a row of white teeth. He was still trying to cheer himself up with me to help him.

"Then why teach me to play ice skating if I can't?" I let go of my hand slowly. Just a second after Perchye was cast, he fell again.

"Yeah!" he was strangled as soon as his body hit the ice. He rubbed his sick head. "I thought you'd like."

"You skate together?" I held out my hand to help her stand up.

"Yes," Perchye's face was red upon receiving my hand.

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