My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Heartwarming story.

Rian was silent for a moment. He stared blankly at the quiet street down there. In a soft voice I heard him say. "Color's protecting me."

"Protect you?" in a surprised tone I asked.

"Remember this wound? If it wasn't for Celia's aunt maybe I wouldn't be standing here anymore," looks like tears started to drip, can't be dammed anymore. Rian quickly blocked it. "sorry. It must've been weird to see a man cry like me."

"No. Not at all. A man is also an ordinary man. They also have the same emotions and feelings as women. It's just that they rarely show it to others," I followed him far ahead.

After a single breath, Rian began to tell back. "Five years ago. On that night, the bulb looked as bright and beautiful as it was tonight. Me, sister Cia and Hanna were watching TV in the living room. In the act of enjoying the movie we were suddenly startled by the screaming sound of Celia's aunt upstairs, her room. Of course upon hearing that we hurried off to check on Aunt Celia's state. Up there we found nothing. It was just a messy room with a window door open. Mom and Dad also came in a hurry. Right on the balcony I found blood spots and scratches that were too big for the size of the animal. Hanna was sobbing in the arms of sister Cia worried about her mother. The balcony leads directly to the backyard that is connected to the forest. You see that little hill?" Rian pointed to the hill at two o'clock.

"Yes" I said after looking at the place he had pointed.

"On the hill was an old church. It was there that the next morning that my father found my aunt Celia after an overnight getaway by deploying several teams of police and sniffer dogs. Aunt Celia's condition was alarming, pale lips were shaking from the cold, forehead was injured with blood already dried up and some other small wounds. Aunt Celia was found lying unconscious at the entrance of the church."

"What did Celia's aunt really experience that night?"

"Nobody knows. When he woke up in the hospital, his condition became ling-ling and his face was very frightened. He kept screaming hysterically, unable to talk, what else to ask questions. Day by day passed. Aunt Celia's condition did not improve. He often felt scared at night. Sometimes he didn't sleep last night staring in horror out the window. Aunt Celia would usually take a seat in the corner of her room. He would clench tightly against this pendant on his chest with a frightened look towards the window," Rian looked down at the pendant that was coiled around his neck as he continued to tell a story.

"Aunt Celia has had that pendant for a long time?"

"No. On the first day of her discharge, Celia's aunt asked to buy a special silver pendant and asked us all to wear it. We had to follow his wish, so that he would calm down and not scream anymore. Father had already asked some psychiatrists to check on Aunt Celia's condition but it did not come to fruition. Almost all of the psychiatrists were thrown with objects and tantrums from Celia's aunt. He hated these people so much because he had diagnosed himself with a mental disorder. I feel sorry for what happened to Aunt Celia. He often gave us advice when I, sister Cia or Hanna delivered food. He will always say... "Stay away from the window and always lock it. He sees us. Lurking in the dark of the night with his alkaline fangs. Bright eyes with a murderous look. Its large claws can tear the body easily. Footsteps serigan gusts of wind. He's targeting us!" whisper at the end of the sentence.

At the time, I did not understand the meaning of his words. Who is she that Aunt Celia meant? A beast? Nothing came of my mind jam the beast when I heard that sentence from Aunt Celia. Until one night, one month after. On the night of the full moon, at 12 midnight. I heard Aunt Celia muttering inside her room. He kept saying... "He has come. He's here." in a frightened tone. To make sure I was in Celia's room. The room was a mess with lights so bright, I saw Aunt Celia sitting in the corner hugging her knees. He was terrified with his body trembling. I approached him and asked... "What's the aunt? What did auntie see?" he did not answer. He just looked at me blankly. Then suddenly he said... "Moster!" while pointing behind me.

When I look up. It was then that I saw a huge figure standing in front of the balcony door. The slightly bent body was covered in a coarse black fur. Misguided eyes stared intently at us with open muzzles exposing his drooling teeth. Sharp claw nails clearly reflect light. I realized it turns out that the one aunt meant was the figure in front of us, the werewolf."

From Rian's story I concluded that the werewolf he was referring to was a real wolf monster. How can there be wolf monsters here? Who is responsible for this incident? And which werewolf has broken the rules? I heard back the continuation of Rian's story in search of answers.

"When my body is sculpting. I can't believe what I saw at the time. But I realized that the creature was approaching. I hid Aunt Celia behind my body. The creature is getting closer. His footsteps were completely inaudible when he touched the floor. When the creature's claws stopped from my eyes... Suddenly, Celia's aunt pulled off my locket and threw it at the creature. As he had expected, the werewolf could not stand silver objects. The creature growled ferociously, trying to throw away the object that made it feel a burning sensation in the skin. Celia's aunt and I took this opportunity to escape. There is no other way but to jump from the balcony.

Just a few dozen meters away we arrived at the church, unexpectedly the werewolf got ahead of us. With a heavy growl, the werewolf revealed its sharp fangs. In my mind there was only a dead shadow. I will never see my father, mother, sister Cia, and Hanna again. I can't taste Aunt Celia's cooking. At that time, I resigned to what would happen next. The werewolf started to swing its claws fiercely. It was unexpected that Aunt Celia sacrificed her body to protect me. I just got a little scratch from the monster's sharp claws. But aunt Celia... He, he had severe injuries on his back."

This time Rian started sobbing. That must have been very painful for him. How not, the person who had treated himself like his own son took his life before his eyes. I couldn't hold back my tears when I heard the story either. In the depths of my little heart, I also felt guilty for the incident that Rian had experienced. Why are wewolves? Though I know for a fact that those who attacked Aunt Celia and Rian were true wolf monsters, but they were also because of the poison from the true werewolf fangs. If werewolves did not exist in this world. No one will experience an event that gives a deep trauma. The trauma? Rian should hate me so much, but why... Why is he still acting so relaxed?

"Rin... Sherim!" calling Rian made me aware of the daydream.

"Ah, yes. What's up?"

"You daydreaming?"

"No. I'm not daydreaming. Weepy... I'm just confused, why are you still acting like this to me? You already know that I am..."

"I'm meeting another werewolf."

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