My Story Of Becoming A Werewolf
Ancient book

"You go first" I said, making them look.

"Why? Aren't you hungry?" ask mother.

"Sorry that this is indeed open a fancy restaurant," said Lisa irritated me.

"What kind of person am I in your mind!" I said flat. "It's not that I don't want to eat there but I can't get this seatbelt off!" I was trying to get rid of this seatbelt, but I couldn't. Looks like this seat belt is about. "W...!! What's wrong with this thing!"

"God Rin... Tell me from earlier," said my mother patting her eel.

"Lisa can you help me?"

"Based on you, there's just nothing."

Lisa helped. He pulled one side of the seatbelt while I pulled the other side. It's still hard. This seat belt still can not be separated. We didn't stop trying and eventually the seatbelt got loose. But we both fell backwards and accidentally hit my head on the car door.

"Oh...!" I rubbed the part of my head that hurt.

"Rin are you okay?" ask me to worry.

"No. Its alright. Ouch... My head hurts so much" I groaned slowly.

"You're sure. Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"Just banged a little bit no need to go to the hospital of all mothers. The pain is gone anyway."

"It's okay if it's okay."

The three of us got out of the car and went to the food stall. It took quite a while to search but we were finally able to find an empty table. Mom called the waiter and immediately ordered the food on the menu. Mother's order is not half-hearted, almost leaves no place on the table anymore. Lisa and I looked at the large amount of food. Oh gosh. Who wants to spend all this?

"Let's eat. Don't be shy" my mother said with a carefree smile.

"Mrs. Morgen isn't this too much?" said Lisa.

"You two are too skinny. Quickly spent, if less can be added."

"Who wants to add this, of course it's not over."

I tasted one of the dishes on the table. Um..... Very yummy. No less the same cooking at home. While eating a little mother asked Lisa about anything such as her parents' work, school, siblings, hobbies, ideals and more. After that conversation I just found out that Lisa is a transfer murite from another school. He was transferred because he received a scholarship from the government. He often gets first class and is two years younger than me. I was amazed by his intelligence. His parents must be proud. From the fun of chatting suddenly there was a call coming in from mother's phone.

"You guys talk first. I'm gonna pick up the phone," I'm gonna go find a quieter place.

The atmosphere at the table is now awkward. There was no conversation between me and Lisa. I don't know what kind of conversation I want to ask and so does Lisa, maybe. The pain from being hit earlier still hurts a little. I rubbed my head so that the pain would quickly pass.

"Still sick? It's only natural that your head hit so hard earlier," Lisa started talking to me.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore. It's just that I feel my head is a little bumpy," I feel that part of my head does indeed feel there's a small lump there.

"Why didn't you tell your mother?"

"I don't want you to worry. It's not a serious matter anyway."

"It's natural for a mother to worry about her child. Plus you've had a serious injury to your head. There may be a disturbance in your brain that can make you die just from a minor impact."

"Your words are so rude. But it makes no sense that just a little bumping could make me die. Even though I have a serious injury on my head."

"I was a little surprised to see your reaction. You're so different today. Did you experience a little..... You know...." Lisa turned her index finger towards the head.

"Nothing's just guessing."

"If I could tell you. Actually...."

"What did you guys tell me? It seems exciting, "cut my mother who came back after receiving the call.

"none. Just telling me about the school," I immediately switched the conversation.

We finished our lunch back at the library. Nothing interesting happens in this library. I found a book that was almost the same as the one I had read before. But unfortunately the book has not been stamped. So I can't borrow it.

"Are you interested in a book like this?" ask mother.

"Not too interested, just curious."

"If it's not wrong at home there are some books about things like this."

"Eh..... Really am! Why didn't you tell me from earlier?"

"intentionally. I just wanted to bring you here."

"I'm guessing there was another meaning."

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After dinner I took the time to go to the library on the third floor. The space is quite large, almost a portion of the school library. True said mother there are several books related to the night monster in this library. The night monster I'm referring to is of course the werewolf. There are many versions of this creature as per the story in the book that I was about to borrow this afternoon.

The werewolf (also known as the lycantroph or lycan) is a myth from ancient Europe of a half-human and half-wolf monster. It was said that the werewolf would change by the time the full moon arrived when its mystic power reached its peak. In this mythology, werewolves will always hunt humans and those who are bitten or scratched will become one of the werewolves. It is said that werewolves can only die if they are shot with silver bullets.

According to legend, at the time of the full moon, a human, under certain conditions, will turn into a wolf. His body will be tall and strong. His eyes shone brightly like that of an animal in general and his dense brows would meet in the middle. His mouth was always dry, like a thirsty man.

The skin is rough and covered with thick fur. His ears turned taper like a dog with a bobble hanging around his neck. Unlike wolves, werewolves do not have tails.

One method to identify a werewolf in his apparently human form is to injure his body. If he is a werewolf, then in the injured body part there will be feathers like a wolf.

Well, that's according to the details of the book I read. But there's another version of one of the books I just found in this library. According to the book. Werewolves are known as lycanthropy. Istila Lycanthropy refers to the ability to transform oneself into a wolf and the act of doing so. The word Lycanthropy comes from the ancient Greek. (Formerly) {from (Lukanthropos) comes from the ancient Greek language (Lukos) "wolf" and ______________________human" }

And according to legend the story of king Lycaon of Arcadia the son of Pelasgus angered the god Zeus when he served food made from the remains of the boy he sacrificed. As punishment from Zeus, Lycaon and his sons were condemned to be wolves.

From all of this I found another interesting fact. I found an ancient book tucked between several books on the top shelf. The contents of the book turned back all the terrible stories about werewolves as night monsters.

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