My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
The one in wait

"Congratulations Miss, Archie has chosen you as my partner tonight."

"What?! Archie's? Who's Archie?" tanya was still in a daze exactly what had just happened.

In the conspiracy of the second Lucas disappeared from his place and appeared before me. "Archie is the name of the cat in your hand."

"Archie?" I poked towards the cat that was meowing, then I turned my gaze to Onoval.

"Archie," called Onoval, who immediately jumped at me from the cat in my hand. The cat looked so spoiled in Onoval's arms.

"May I borrow him for a minute my sister?" Lucas took my hand. The coldness of his hands gave me goosebumps.

"A, sister? Onoval you, you're the mysterious prince?" said Sofia who was very surprised to know the identity of Onoval and so did the others.

Onoval just kept quiet as he glanced at all the shocked eyes hearing him. Tampa took care of that, Lucas took me to where he was before. Onoval rushed after us upstairs. I can't refuse. His hand was very strong. Why is today so bad for me. I glanced towards Sofia and Lisa who were down there. But from up here I can see Prof. Peter stepped in from the left. He looked surprised when he saw me upstairs with the crown prince.

"Let's see my dear brother" Lucas called Onoval.

"Sister, I told you not to expose my identity to the public. I still want to walk around freely in a city where there are many people" Onoval said as he approached. He glanced down which still could not believe that the Onoval they knew was the mysterious prince.

"It's only natural that you reveal your identity and today is the right time."

Um... This crown prince is not what I imagined. He looks friendly and friendly, and can also be said to be a good brother to his sister. My nervousness before slowly disappeared. Seen up close like this I really find it hard to believe that this man who still holds my hand is over 100 years old. He's a lot older than my grandfather if he's alive. But his face had no wrinkles at all and instead looked more like a man who was only 25 years old. It is true that the vampire can maintain an easy durable face for hundreds of years.

"Let's start the dance" Lucas shouted as he lifted my hand.

"Well... This is so embarrassing. I shouldn't be pounding on that cat, "my inner self. I just breathe pasta.

"Let's our sweet lady dance," Lucas bowed slightly to me. His eyes seemed to hypnotize me.

"It's an honor to dance with your majesty but I'm not very good at dancing" I said, trying as quietly as possible.

"Follow the song."

Lucas immediately embraced my waist and began to carry me drifting in the accompaniment of the sound of music as soon as it sounded. The movement he made is so beautiful and beautiful following every music. I can easily follow his movements. Several times he took his body away from me and pulled me back in his arms. The music stopped, he ended the dance by peeling the back of my hand.

"Not bad."

"Thank you."

"No wonder my sister likes you, you're so sweet."

My body went back to shivering as he stroked my neck. He's not gonna try to suck my blood, is he? My breath was restrained before he turned to approach Onoval.

"He's yours now. I'd like to see if the preparations are done for our show tonight" Lucas disappeared immediately after telling Onoval.

"How did it feel after dancing with my sister?" ask Onoval while approaching me.

"Silent. My brother won't be that cruel, '" Onoval shut up for a moment and said. "You dance?" she nodded, extending her hand to me.

"alright. Just once yes," I received a helping hand.

Onoval grabbed me by the waist, we started dancing to the music. Dancing with Onoval has calmed me down a bit. It's not like dancing with the crown prince that scares me in case he finds out who I am. Long enough for Onoval and I to dance. He did not want to let go of his arm around my waist, once, twice, three times the music changed until the dance session ended.

"All girls must envy you for being able to dance with two princes at once" Onoval whispered in the ear.

"This is all because of your cat. Why did he choose me? Why not someone else."

"Archie just wants to be determined by people he knows. That's why he's approaching you."

"I just met him."

"He never met anyone but the people in the castle."

"That means you deliberately told Archie to pick a girl who was lucky to dance with you. You and your brother have chosen me from the beginning."

"Don't blame me. I don't know this either."

Dancing and dinner, when the awaited moment arrives. The main event tonight is to witness with the fall of the last flower petals of the tree ⁇ (ZOI) and its ripening fruit of the tree. Lucas has come back out of nowhere. But along with that, a spark of light appeared in the place that had been available floating in our presence. Slowly the spark of light formed a silvery tree with leaves and had one fruit and one flower that had just dropped the third petal of the entire flower petal which numbered five petals.

Unlike what I imagined it turned out to be quite small size tree ⁇ (ZOI). The tree is like a bongsai tree. Seconds of moonlight began to move illuminating the tree ⁇ (ZOI). This is a moment of step and very much awaited. The moonlight is radiated through an open high window. The countdown is done by the attendants who are below.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"

The moonlight is in perfect position. The fourth petal had fallen in the third second. As soon as the moonlight hit the last flower petal that's when the colope slowly fell to the ground just below it. And when the moon shone on the fruit of the tree (ZOI), it seemed to reflect the moonlight itself. The fruit that was once green is now starting to turn red. Such a fragrant aroma spread throughout the hall. Everyone who smelled the scent seemed to be lulled in pleasure.

At least that's how they feel. But to me the smell of the fruit makes me breathless. Is it because I'm too close to this fruit, so it smells twice as much as my nose? Or because the smell of a werewolf is too sensitive to the pungent odor. I glanced at Prof. The Peter I saw was not affected at all by the smell of this fruit.

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