My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
White cats with red ribbon

The next day, I went to the library looking for all the books on werewolves. Nothing, all conclusions are the same as the books I have read. But I'm a little relieved that I'm a mixed-blood werewolf. The slave!! I can't believe I'm a werewolf! This is impossible. Enough with Nercomancy, magic is now a werewolf. Tomorrow's what? Vampires!

I lay myself among the piles of books I didn't read. I stared blankly at the high ceiling of the library. Silence enveloped me. The coldness of the floor pierced my bones. What other secrets are hidden in this family? Everything is still a puzzle. I don't know a lot of things, but I probably already know.

"D.....!" I squeezed my hair out of annoyance. I was upset why I had memory loss. And the only clue I had before the incident was that woman's voice. Who her? I can't see the face, the body and the place. Everything's vague. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my mind. My brain is dizzy breaking down every tangled thread that is getting broken the more tangled.

I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of a cat. I got up and looked for the source of the sound where it came from. The cat is not in this library. And as far as I know, there's no cat in this house. I looked out the window. Maybe the cat was in the yard. And it's true I found the cat in the garden chair. I rushed down to the cat. Up there I didn't find it. I searched and searched around the park. I finally found it under an oak tree. Cats are long-haired white and red-ribboned as an identification necklace.

I approached the cat slowly. But half a meter between me and the cat, he ran into the forest. I chased him unconscious. I kept going into the woods deeper. Starting in the afternoon, orange rays filled the cloudy sky. I don't care about that. I'm just looking for the cat that went missing somewhere.

"Hm..... Where's the cat? Get away so fast."

"Searching for something?"

A man's voice came from behind me, and I looked. The tall man with the silver rancid ring, hazel-colored eyes and pale skin, stood right in front of me. He was wearing a white shirt in a blue jacket and long black pants plus white shoes. Is he a ghost? I looked at his feet, stepping on the ground. Not ghosts. The man walked closer to me, very close. He bowed his body with both hands in his jacket pocket. He looked into my eyes that were still out of his eyes. His gaze made my body unable to move and I felt my heart stop momentarily.

"It seems like I know you," the man said after scrutinizing my face up close.

"Really," I turned a little red and pushed her away from me. Her cold breath gave me goosebumps.

"Hm........ Where ya.." The man bit his nails trying to remember something. "Oh.... I recall. You were the girl at camp last summer right," she said with a smile.

"Yes." Yeah."

"If it's not wrong then, you fall from the abyss. How are you doing?"

"I'm good now."

"We were not acquaintances at that time. I think now's the right time. Introduce my name Onoval," the man reached out his hand.

"Sherina," I shook the man's hand. The cold hand. But of all that he has a warm side.

"What does a sweet girl like you do in this almost dark forest?"

"So I chased a cat into this forest. But now I'm losing him" I explained to him.

"really. Is the cat white?" ask Onoval spirit.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Red band?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh.... That's my cat. He likes to run away and now he does."

"If so, can I help you? Anyway the day is still a little bright," I volunteered to help her.

"OKs. But until the sun goes down. The danger of a night in a forest like this. There will be ferocious monsters chasing you. Grp..... Gorr...." Onoval mimics the grunts of monsters that are common in cartoon movies.

"Hehe..... You're funny" I said as I looked at her child-like behavior.

We both looked for the cat together. While searching, I slightly asked him about the incident at the campground. I just found out that he was one of the people who helped evacuate my rescue from the ravine. It's just that he doesn't know how I fell there. I was a little disappointed, no one knew about it but me and the woman in my memory. I thank Onoval for helping me and I am willing to help her one day, if she needs help. We searched for a long time but did not find the cat. It's getting dark.

"You better go home. No need to search anymore. Maybe he'll go home by himself" Onoval said, persuading me to stop the search.

"But kasian. What if he can't find his way home?"

"It's okay. Later...."

Meow....

Suddenly we heard the sound of a cat very close to us. Onoval and I are looking for the source of the sound. But we didn't find him.

"Onoval's there!!" I said pointing up at the tree.

"God.... It's worth not meeting, on the tree it turns out."

"How do I lower it? It doesn't seem like he can go down by himself."

"Easy, just climb."

Onoval started climbing the tree. It looks easy to him. I think he's very good at climbing.

"Come sweet kuving," a little more Onoval almost wailed the cat up.....

Krak...!!!

"Ooh...."

Bruk....!!!!

Onoval's limb broke, unable to support her weight. He fell down with his cat in the most terrible position. Wanted to laugh there but Kasian.

"You okay?" I said while holding back laughter.

"Has the sun gone down? Why is it so dark?"

"Yet. The sun has not set yet" I stretched out my hand to help him stand up.

"Ouch..... My head hurts," he rubbed the front of his head that hit the ground first. "Where's the cat?"

"Em.." I looked around looking for that white hairy thing. "There," pointed at me when I found him.

Onoval walked quietly closer to the cat. It was very close, he quickly caught it. Shocked the cat thrashed to escape. But it didn't work. Pasra is...

"Finally caught you too."

"Thank God that you got it"

"Thank you for the help."

"It's nothing."

"Let me drive home" Onoval bargained to take me home.

"No. No need. I can go home by myself" I tried to resist.

"It's dangerous to walk alone in a forest like this."

"All right."

I received his laugh to take me, but only in the backyard. He is friendly, friendly and a little funny. On the way home, he kept telling me about interesting things. I don't get tired of hearing it, plus it's ridiculous. Makes me unable to help laugh. Arriving in the backyard, I was ready to go home but he asked for my phone number so we could connect and maybe have a chance to meet again.

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