My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Replacement body

"Why two years down?" my many.

"I think you know this better. How high is the desire of the souls of those who have died to come back to life? And what happens if they see their own bodies alive but used by the souls of others? They certainly won't accept it and most likely they will attack you to reclaim their bodies."

"I understand. The younger a person dies, the sooner their soul leaves this world or incarnates."

"Not to mention the sincerity of their families is also a constraint," added Mr. Guttmans.

I gave a small smile to Mr. Guttmans. "Thank you for your efforts, Mr. Guttman but I feel it's a little impossible for me..."

"Nothing is impossible" cut father. "You try to stay up, get enough rest and don't get tired too often. Let me take care of everything. Don't give up."

I turned my face away from my father. Suddenly I remembered something. "Eh, Mr. Guttmans. Does the body not have to be a recently deceased one?"

"As long as the conditions are still good and have not been damaged, I think it can."

"How about..."

Half-runningly, I approached the closet as the entrance to the secret study. I opened the door and walked in. Father and Mr. Guttman quickly followed me. Now I'm standing right in front of the cupboard that holds the mummified baby.

"I read your mind Miss. Morgen," said Mr. Guttman as soon as he saw the baby's mummy.

"Are you sure? This baby mummy was at least decades old," the father said a little hesitantly.

"If there is no damage at all or decay, why not try it?"

"You're right. Rin, can you open this closet?" pinta daddy.

"Well," just about to touch the closet door, I was suddenly struck by a sharp stabbing pain in my neck, right where Onoval had been biting me. "Glam!"

"Rin! You why?" asked Dad very worried as soon as I saw me curled up in pain.

I didn't answer immediately. The pain grew increasingly cold and yet strangely quickly disappeared. I was confused myself because of it. Is this because Onoval never bit me? I didn't know that. And there's no way I'm gonna ask you this or Mr. Guttmans. I can't imagine how you'd react to knowing this.

...Look at the third person...

...ΩΩΩΩ...

Elsewhere far away. The NorthVyden castle. In a mini room. Elegant red long curtains with a royal vampire embroidery pattern cover all the glass windows in the room. Roses strewn on the floor emit their distinctive aroma. Several candles were lit on each side of the coffin in the middle of the room. A pale-faced girl with no blood was lying inside with a single rose tightly gripped in both hands. Onoval was sitting right in front of the coffin.

"No. I can't do this" Onoval muttered as she unleashed her powers. He looked at the face of the girl who had been asleep for a long time and knew when she would open her eyes again. Onopal gently stroked the girl's face. "Oh, how's Natali? What am I supposed to do? I hate werewolves. When I found out that Rin was also a part of them, I immediately hated her. I don't know why I couldn't hurt him. What the hell happened to me? I could have easily killed him. He became my blood slave. Why can't I do this? Why do I feel like if I hurt her is the same as hurting you? I beg Natali, help me. What am I supposed to do?"

One of Onoval's tears fell and just dripped onto Natali's cheek. The tears flowed slowly and then disappeared. Onoval was not aware of it at all. He kissed Natali's forehead and stroked Natali's hair three times before finally stepping away from the room.

...First person point of view...

...ΩΩΩΩ...

"I don't know why my neck hurts all of a sudden. But now it's gone," I said looking for an excuse.

"Sorry, Rin. Have you ever had a close relationship with vampires on Vyden Island?" ask Mr. Guttman.

"Eh... Yes, there are some. Like Trysta the closest. Why Mr. Guttman asked like that?" I hope Mr. Guttman didn't suspect that I had been bitten by a vampire.

"If you feel something, tell me quickly," as is my custom, he starts to ruffle my hair.

"All right, dad."

I opened the closet. The door opened as soon as I touched it. Mr. Guttman carefully removed the glass tube containing the baby's mummy. Want to see it a few times I still have a hard time believing that this baby is decades old and the possibility of this baby's body will be my replacement body. Is this gonna work? I can't even imagine that my life will be a baby again.

"How can the corpse of a baby be so well preserved in this liquid-filled glass tube? What's using magic?" I was a little curious.

"Dad doesn't know either."

"I think there's a little bit of magic. Look, there's a magic symbol here," Mr. Guttman pointed just above the lid of the glass tube. There are symbols there.

"It's like I've seen this symbol before" I tried to remember. "I knew. One of the books I read in the library. It's a symbol of key magic. To lock something."

"You're right. And to unlock this I need a witch" said Mr. Guttmans.

"Just ask Alan or Tori to open it. Tell me you want to examine the baby's mummy," said the father.

"alright. I'll take this mummy to my lab for further examination."

Me, dad and Mr. Guttman stepped out of the room before stepping away I saw a piece of paper right where the glass tube was located. I grabbed the paper and opened it.

"Rin!" call dad.

I quickly put the paper back in place, closed the closet door and rushed after my father and Mr. Guttman came out just before Mom, Mitra, Sofia, Lisa and Rosse got into my dad's study.

"What have you been doing here for so long?" ask mother.

"What are you under is Mr. Guttman?" miterra asked as soon as he saw the mummy of the baby Mr. brought. Guttmans.

"It's a baby mummy tucked away in a secret study."

"What's the baby's mummy for?"

"I just want to examine how it can be preserved well," explained Mr. Guttman's looking for a reasonable excuse.

"The mummy looks alive. Is that really a mummy?" lisa said while watching the baby mummy up close. "YES ! !" he shouted suddenly until he retreated backwards.

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