My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
You inherited it

"Feel that, brother. So don't like weird thoughts."

"Sorry mother. Well, mom's pinch hurts," I rubbed my waist that got the pinch from mom. "Oh, yes. I'll fail to get the fruit, how mom..."

"That's all thanks to Rosse. He became a blood slave to the crown prince only to be able to take a flower extract ⁇ (ZOI) at a party on the night of the full moon. He deliberately didn't tell us because he knew you wouldn't let him."

"So that's why I didn't see him at the party that night. He's willing to be hated by us for the sake of being able to sneak in to get that flower extract. He knows the consequences if he gets caught but he does it anyway. While me... I can't protect her."

"What is brother talking about? Brother always says 'can't protect' 'can't protect'. Don't always blame yourself for the hurt we've been through! You can't keep us all in that mess. We're with you to help you not be your burden. So please brother. Don't always move in front of us. Don't always be a perisa. We also want to be your spearhead. We want to move forward with you. Remember, brother is not alone" tears filled his cheeks. He really meant every word.

"Lisa.." I turned to her.

"I don't want to hear excuses!" cut it. "Please promise me that you won't force yourself to protect us anymore! I also want to protect my brother and not lose you."

I let out a breath. "Well... All right, but after you drop off my stuff."

"What?!" Lisa flinched in shock, along with that all the small items floating around us fell down. "Oh," an alcohol bottle to clean the wound on his head.

"Psycho-kine-sis."

Mitra tewarak once knew Lisa could use her psychokinesis abilities. She had just stood in front of my door and slowly stepped in. Behind him was a servant carrying a wheeled table. There were already some appetizing dishes but somehow did not catch my attention.

"How come? Lisa you.." said Mitra who still could not believe what she saw.

"Yes, Lisa. No way I know you inherited a lost ability" said Mother. He helps me sit.

"So the Psychokinesis book belonged to Mitra," I asked her.

"Yes. The book is inherited from your grandmother, but she can't use her psychokinesis abilities. So he hoped that Miterra could learn it. I've been trying, but it seems that I didn't inherit the ability at all" Mitra said as she arranged some food on the small table that Dad had prepared in front of me. Then he arranged the rest of the plates and other bowls on the table near the sofa.

"Assyik, my favorite grilled rib soup," said Lisa cheerfully as she approached the sofa.

"It's a very step too. Usually, if a grandson does not inherit the ability of Psychokinesis then it is less likely or even impossible at all for the next offspring to be able to use these abilities," explained the father.

"That color is Miterra keeping this thing from us?" lisa said guessing while taking a bowl of soup and began to enjoy it.

"Miterra had even forgotten about the book since the fire."

"Oh, yes, brother. Didn't you take the book to Vyden Island. We didn't have time to clean up our stuff because we didn't expect to get caught. So the hereditary inheritance book was left behind in the school dormitory," said Lisa who just remembered this.

"Don't worry, Sofia and I are already thinking about this. Before the party, Sofia had sent all of our belongings back to the residence" I said. I just stirred up my food and tasted it a little. It feels a little different than usual or because I have a fever.

"Oh, that's why you've been down for so long" Lisa said with a full mouth.

"Eat slowly Lisa. No one will take it away from you" said Miterra, who was sitting next to Lisa.

"Surely there, brother always fights me," Lisa pointed at me.

"The color is reality."

"Keyla, haven't you eaten your soup?" mitera's lyrics on my soup bowl are still full.

"This I eat," I grazed a spoonful of my soup broth and then went back to stirring and playing it. This is the first time I have no appetite for food. My mouth seemed to reject every food that was about to enter. I prefer to drink water.

"It looks like you're losing your appetite" Dad put his hand over my head and started doing his thing, ruffling my hair. I miss that a little bit.

"You should eat, Rin. In order to heal quickly," persuaded the mother.

"Alright, but you should eat too."

"Yes. Miterra too, why not eat? There's still a lot of food here and there's no way we can spend it all" Lisa said.

"We've eaten. This dish was made for you because we know that you guys haven't had dinner yet, have you?" ask Mitera.

"If you remember, we actually had dinner..."

"Yesterday. Nights yesterday. Yes, that's what I remember," cut me.

"I don't know about my brother, but right at noon there was one handler delivering food to our cell. The most disgusting food, even rats are reluctant to eat it. Surely me and Sofia didn't touch him. We threw the food out through the bars."

"Even if they serve the most delicious dish in the world, how can you eat it if your hands and feet are chained, even to sit I cannot. Even so of course I also did not want to eat it," I stared blankly at my reflection reflected in the soup broth. Given all that back makes me unable to imagine that we are still given the opportunity to go home.

Duars!

I was struck by a loud bang that instantly made us all look at Dad. I saw the drawer table made of wood right next to my bed was destroyed. Reading lights on top of it also broke along with other items stored there scattered.

"sorry. I know you're tired, but I can't bear to wait until tomorrow. Can you tell me what really happened? What did you experience on the island of Vyden? And why did you end up like this?" asked the father breaking the silence from us who were shocked. From the look in his eyes, father seemed to be holding back the overflowing anger.

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