My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
I promise I'll keep it today

"Ha... Ha... Hahua.... Huh..."

I flinched backwards with sweat pouring down my teeth. My breath began to puff. What was that? Suddenly my head hurt, I gripped my arms. Something broke into my head, it hurt so much. This... These are all my memories from before. I tried to stop myself from falling. All the memories, events, past events, previous summers or other years, I remember them all. Even when I experience a change, I remember it. Slowly the pain subsided. I rearranged my breath, my legs limp no longer able to hold my weight. I sat down with my hands on my support so I wouldn't lie on the ground.

"Ja... So now, my memory has recovered," I thought for a moment about compiling all the memories that were still muddled. "Margaret!"

"Rin... You there, honey?" call dad.

I turned my head, when I saw Dad with a man next to him. "...!!" I know that guy. I stood up as they approached me.

"What are you doing here?" ask dad but I don't care. I just stared hard at the man beside her. "Oh, yes Rin. Introduce him is the father's representative in the company. He also vacationed here. Your mother went back to the inn first. He told me to find you, it's lunch time. Come back."

"Why is your daughter looking at me like that?" the man took a step back. I think he realized something.

"Rin, man,"

I blinked quickly a few times and glanced here and there for a moment. "O... Ii'm sorry. I haven't seen Mr. for a long time. Blort," I smiled at him and changed my expression.

"E, do you remember him?" ask me a little surprised.

"Not only that. I even remember everything, the basement, the rope, the penknife, the blood..."

"What are you talking about Rin? What did you mean?" dad asked again, but I ignored it. He looks very confused.

I stepped forward towards Mr. Blorting. "Uncle, want to play with me again like that?"

"Ep... Next time," a little sweat started to show on his forehead. He stepped back with a trembling body. "I... I'm so glad you got your memory back."

"really? How did you know I lost my memory?" I'm in front of him now. He was much taller than me so I had to raise my head to see his face.

"Eh... I'm just concluding, why did your father introduce me again when we've met before" Mr. Blort did not dare look at me. He just kept turning his eyes.

"Good guess," I put my tongue between my growing fangs. "I was thinking maybe my uncle was spying on the Morgan house to find out our little secret" my fingers were now scouring Mr.'s jacket. Blorting. Tampa I pulled the jacket until it came off. Seen his right arm wrapped around bandages and still a little blood spot there. He covered the wound with his other hand.

"Rin! What the fuck are you!!" dad's against me so I don't do anything weird.

"Nothing, I'm just keeping my word" I said in guilt.

"Promise? What promise?" ask me again with sharp eyes.

"Dad can ask your wife," I pointed at Mr. Blort was about to escape.

"Paul?" father turned to his representative with the lyrics of his eyes unchanged. "Your hand's hurt. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Only... Only minor injuries. Nothing serious."

"What color?" he turned around to speak to her more freely.

"Haha... My neighbor's stupid dog attacked me, I didn't have time to dodge so I got a scratch on it. I've had a rabies shot. There's nothing to worry about" explained Mr. Blorting.

"E! Rabies," I'm upset to see that look, and now you're calling me a sick dog again. Can't forgive. I sped as fast as I could, attacking Mr. Blort but since my head is still a little dizzy, I can only pull off the bandages.

"Arrgg.......!!"

"Rin!!" my father was shocked at what I was doing.

"Hm! Which stupid dog can scratch you that badly?"

There are four large scratches engraved there, clearly a wound on Mr.'s arm. Blort does not come from the claw of an ordinary dog. He tried to cover up the wound which was now bleeding but the wound was too wide for his own palm.

"Obviously the wound was not the result of a dog's scratch..."

"Of course not, 'cause I did it, '" my cut made my dad even more surprised. I feel like my retina is changing. "Remember the rehearsal? Aunty must have told you about the arrow that stuck in the oak tree, right. At that time I ran into the forest and found him carrying an arrow. I was too careless to just attack him. Who would have thought that he was carrying a silver dagger and managed to hurt me. But I also managed to hurt her. We're breakeven. How does Mr. Blort was scratched from a wolf? It's hard to heal, isn't it?"

"Pauls. You want to find out our family secrets?" father's killing aura emanated out.

"He's planning to reveal the identity of the Morgen family" I said.

"Why? What did I do until you did this?"

"It's funny you ask" Mr. Blort showed his true nature. "You are monsters. So, what should I do about monsters like you? Of course fuck it up!"

Mr. Blort pulled out a silver dagger and tried to attack father. I can only avoid the dagger attack launched by Mr. Blorting. Silver is an element that can hurt us even if only a little bit. The burning sensation will be felt when touching this object. We werewolves have healing powers, if injured like a scrape wound only seconds can heal and not even leave a mark. Another case if it is injured because of silver. Even small scratches can be very painful and difficult to heal.

I'm a little away so you're more free to fight. There's a chance, dad used it to punch Mr. Blorting. One time to blow Mr. Blort fell to the ground. He vomited blood with one of his teeth. It has not yet been Mr. Blort grabbed the dagger that fell not far from him, father had already mowed the dagger down to the abyss.

"It's over Paul, it's over. Don't let me act more on you."

"What right?"

"?!"

Mr. Blort took out another dagger he had hidden. The father who was not on standby with the sudden attack could not dodge. Mr. Blort hurt my father's leg. Blood flows there. After that Mr. Blort turned to look for me. I was surprised I didn't get to avoid it either. He managed to take me hostage with a dagger right around my neck. I can't move around.

"Paul don't hurt my daughter" the father snapped while trying to stand up.

"It's your turn. Tuesday quickly and don't get damaged!" my whiskey.

"Thank you."

Just a few seconds later, my spirit swapped with Margaret. Yes, Mangaret. I actually called him. I remember the promise between me and him. I accidentally met him when my family was visiting the Blort family residence. Margaret was the mother of Paul Blort. He died in the basement with a penknife stuck in his throat. I just saw that tragic flashback.

Margaret grinned with eyes that had turned black. He punched Paul in the stomach with his elbow. As a result of the attack Paul was in pain. The dagger she was holding had hurt my neck. The pain and burning I can still feel if my body is injured. Margaret did not give Paul a chance, he continued to attack in a row until... Paul fell to the ravine. I'm really shocked at Mrs's actions. Blort, he had the heart to kill his own son and it was using my body.

Now I know. I'd better not just hand my body over to the spirits. They did not feel any pain even after successfully possessing another person's body. And unlike the original owner of the body, he can still feel pain when his body is injured. Because of the indiscriminate movements made by Mrs. The blort wound on my stomach opened up again. Blood was seeping from behind my clothes.

"I'm sorry son, sorry," Mrs. Blort looked down at the chasm that lay his son's body.

Mrs. Blort. "I am Margaret Blort, mother of Paul Blort."

"How do you know my daughter?"

"I knew him during your family's last visit in the spring. Your daughter is very kindly willing to help this old woman. I as the mother of Paul apologize to you and your daughter on behalf of my son."

"You're his mother, why did you kill your own son?"

"The color he seeks to destroy the balance between the human race and the peaceful creatures of the night. Since his wife's death from a wolf attack on the ascent three years ago..."

"Wolf?"

"Yes, the common mountain wolf. He was very unhappy with the tragic death of his wife. He was depressed and confined himself to his room all day, until I didn't know where he suddenly found my book about ''the 'nya's 'nya's 'nychterino plasma) from that book he knew about the night creatures and werewolves, '" Mrs said. Blorting.

"Who are you really? Why do you have a book (Nychterinin?) that is 'Former's)?"

"I am a member of the crescent moon sect."

"One of the monster-thundering sects was no wonder Paul had a silver weapon."

"What?! The moster hunter sect? I just found out that there's a sect like this," I was surprised to learn the identity of Mrs. Blorting.

"But after the full-blown war the red crescent sect was forced into a sect that had signed a peace treaty."

"When he found out that these monsters did exist Paul went crazy and thought that the one who attacked his wife at that time was a werewolf. He wanted to kill all the werewolves in the world. I tried to explain the situation so far that the humans and the night creatures had made peace. But he wouldn't listen to me until I realized I had lost my life in the basement. I don't really remember how I died."

"Ha.." I just sighed. "Paul only worked a year at my company. He is a very friendly and friendly person. I really don't know what's going on today."

"My time is up here. I'm grateful for helping me, '" Mrs. Blort floated out of my body and slowly disappeared.

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I woke up and found myself back at the inn. I felt my neck feel like a bandage there. Lukaku's been treated. I was trying to get out of bed looking for my family when Mom opened the door.

"Mother?!"

"Mother has already forbidden you from dealing with ghosts. Now look at you, how dare you just hand over your body to the spirit," mother took a seat beside the bed.

"I'm fine, and my wounds aren't serious anyway."

"Ha... Why do I have a daughter who doesn't behave like a princess."

"Mom don't talk like that. Oh, yeah, what about dad?"

"Your father's injuries are pretty bad. He forced himself to bring you back into captivity. It might take nearly a month or even more to recover."

"It's all my fault" I bowed softly and felt guilty.

"Don't blame yourself," I turned my head when I heard Dad's voice. He is now in a wheelchair.

"Dad?! L'm... I can't believe you're hurt this bad. I'm sorry" my tears flowed when I saw my father's condition.

"Why are you apologizing? It's all Paul's fault, it has nothing to do with you."

"But having brought me back to the inn made my father's wounds worse."

"It's only natural that a father would put a stop to his daughter's safety first" he ruffled my hair as usual.

"You father and son alike, like to challenge danger. Why don't any of you apologize to me for making me so anxious?" the aura around us suddenly turned cold.

"You go first" whispered the father.

"Why me? Dad first," I whispered.

"She's your mother."

"She's your wife too."

"What do you whisper?" my mother suddenly pulled my ear.

"Dwearing... I'm sick."

"Darling... We know wrong."

"Know sick? Know wrong? As punishment for your reckless actions... No dinner!!!" my mother shouted in our ears. This made us temporarily deaf. Mom passed away while slamming the door.

"Your mother is so cruel."

"Huh? Whahuh? My ears are still buzzing."

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