My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Good bye Angel

Everyone walked out into the other room to treat their injuries except me. I reached for the bird cage containing Angel's body and took it out. I carried the white-robed body that was now bathing the blood towards the back garden. My tears were unceasingly flowing as I covered the stiffened Angel using the still-cold frozen ground. I put together a fist-sized stone around Angel's meal as a marker.

"Of course, stop crying. There was no point in crying out to her either. He won't come back. Better think of a way to get this revenge, "Sherina appeared and stroked my back trying to calm my grieving feelings.

"Not even a year ago I kept him, he's been my most loyal pet, he understands me and sometimes I think he's no ordinary owl. He's so smart when compared to other wild animals."

"I think the same. Although I only knew him for about two months, I knew he was a clever bird. It is hard to believe that he was born and raised in the wild. Even if he was a trained pet, he would have returned to his master. But Angel is not. It's like he's been specially trained by you for years."

"Hiks... It is a special owl and will never be replaced. Hix... Hix... Good bye Angel. Someday we will meet again. Wait for me" I whispered in my sobs.

I blocked my tears and stood up. I stared at Angel's grave for a while and then put my foot inside the house. Every step I took towards my room was like weightless. A small blow can make me fall. A trip to Vyden Island this time did not pay off at all. Far away I want to get fruit (ZOI) for mom, I want to lose my beloved pet. I put all my friends in danger. I really have failed. Now what am I supposed to do? Hix... Hix... I don't want to lose anymore.

I opened my room door. Nothing has changed from this place. A room that can always make me linger in it. I went to the bathroom. I allowed myself to be drenched in cold water to remove the stains that were stuck on my skin, and also hoped that the flow of this water would sweep my mind. But that's not possible. The fairy taste of my wounds being exposed to water was no more painful than what was in my heart. I want to feel like I'm screaming all over. What punishment suits me for all my failures. I couldn't meet them, especially my mother.

I turned off the water tap, then stepped out of the bathroom. I dried up my body to treat all my wounds. For scratches from Aftur has been slowly healed, but the wounds due to lash Sindy although smaller but sometimes still bleed. I just realized that on the other side of the pain there was still a slight burning sensation in my injured skin.

...Third person point of view...

...ΩΩΩΩ...

"How is Mr. Rosse. Guttman?" ask Marry.

"Thanks to the protection magic, he did not sustain any serious injuries. Let him rest the next few days and we'll see how he develops" Mr. Guttmans.

"Oh... Thank goodness my daughter is fine," Marry gently stroked Rosse's bedridden hair. "I'm really scared if anything happens to her."

"Oh, yes. Where's Rin?" ask Sofia. With the help of his mother, he had just finished treating all his wounds.

"She wanted to bury Angel in the backyard" Lisa explained.

"He won't treat the wound first?" said Tori.

"He insisted on burying Angel first. Keyla seemed to be very lost," said the downcast Zedna.

"just teach. Angel is her most beloved pet. Although Angel was allowed to fly free but he always came back. I remember when my brother was in a coma. Almost every day Angel came to bring twigs, leaves or acorns. Angel is a smart owl."

"I'll meet him. He must be very sad at this moment and help him heal his wounds" Zedna stood up and stepped out.

...First person point of view...

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Miterra came to my room while I was asleep. My eyes are heavy and my body is not strong. To finish treating the wounds on my body it feels like it can no longer. My head is also dizzy. This is probably because I pushed myself too hard to fight with those vampire guards and didn't have time to rest. I laid myself down, pulled out a few blankets and began to fall asleep.

"Keyla," call Mitera. He took a seat on the edge of my bed.

The gentle rubbing of her hand on my hair made me open my eyes. "Miterra," I said weakly.

"Your body is very hot. Looks like you're fever."

"Fever? I did feel uncomfortable all over my body and my head was also dizzy. Yuck!" I held my mouth when something forced me to come out. "And a little nauseous."

"Yes. That's the fever symptom, baby. Mitera will take warm water and a small towel to compress you huh."

"Have you never felt a fever before until you didn't know?" ask Mitera.

"Not really. It's the first time."

"I heard that werewolves don't get sick easily. Looks like you're too tired these few days and didn't take good care of your health. What about your wound."

"There's still nothing I haven't treated."

Mitra grabbed the medicine box lying on the drawer table. He pulled out some of the blankets that covered my body and treated the rest of my wounds.

"How are things?" my many.

"They've all been treated. The results of the examination of Mr. Guttman, Rosse is fine and so is Sofia. As for Lisa, she had no injuries at all" explained Mitra. Finished bandaging my wounds, Mitera covered my body back using a blanket.

"What about Uncle Fang and Aftur?"

"Aftur?"

"I mean the lion."

"Oh... Her. We were all too shocked to see your state of chaos to the point of not realizing that you were coming home with a lion. They were both treated in the other room with Pateras and your father."

I put my arms over my eyes together with one tear flowing slowly. "Sorry," I said almost inaudibly.

"Why do you keep apologizing? And to whom? You don't have any faults."

"I'm guilty of everyone. I broke my promise to aunt Mary and Mitra to look after Rosse and Lisa. Because of me they're all in danger and have injuries like this. Hix... Hix... And again I didn't manage to get the antidote for mom. The trip to Vyden Island was in vain. Ii'm sorry. Hix... Hix... Sorry."

"That's dear. Stop crying, "Miterra tried to wipe my tears.

"What should I do now, Miterra?"

"Darling you should..."

"Sister, Mitra, are you here?"

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