A Werewolf Girl's

1.3

Ms. Regan again reminded her of the task she was given for the umpteenth time before walking out of class. The tasks that accumulate from the lecturer have become food every three days until other students, including me, have not dizzy again as before.

Even so, these tasks must still be done and collected on time. Ms. Regan always gives an F if the task is incomplete or late to collect. Emily has become evidence of the cruelty of the female lecturer. The lecturer's matkul semester value became the only bad value among the perfect value during the last semester.

I exhaled and immediately tidied my things into the bag. The campus corridor looks quite crowded by students who also just finished their classes. I walked through the crowd towards a glass door lined with wood on each side. Campus library.

I opened the door and entered the room full of books scattered in the room. The bookshelves loomed in front of me so that my hands suddenly felt very 'itchy' to immediately open the sheets of paper and read them. I haven't read a new collection of novels from a month ago.

The library in this school includes quite large from the existing schools in this area. In addition to reference books for the purposes of very complete courses, the collection of fiction books and graphic novels is also quite a lot. The facilities are not bad either. Some final students and students who are busy with their assignments will spend some of their time here.

I walked down the small alleys between the bookshelves, going around to find the book I needed for Ms.'s essay assignment. Regan's. My hand touched the back of the book I passed and stopped at a suitable book. I immediately grabbed the book to read it at a glance and then walked back to look for another book.

After searching for quite a while, I finally got 3 books, 2 for assignments and 1 was one of the novels from the new collection last month, which I then took to the library clerk to record. I opened my phone and then typed in a message for Emily so she could wait in the parking lot.

"Hi" said someone to surprise me.

"Hello," I sounded doubtful, looking at her unfamiliar face. I don't know him.

"You feeling better?" tanyakanya.

I frowned when I heard his familiar question. Didn't we just meet?

The look on her face understood my confusion so she smiled and explained. "It seems you don't remember me. I came to you when you weren't feeling well this morning."

I still frowned, completely unable to remember. "I'm sorry, I think you're wrong."

She froze and then looked at the slightly stiff smile. "Well then, see you."

"OK," reply.

The man nodded his head with a small smile and stepped his feet away, heading outside the library.

I shook my head, stepping down the stairs towards the parking lot. My mind flashed on the face of that friendly looking guy with brown eyes and sand blonde hair. Maybe that guy mistakenly thinks of me as one of his friends. My own face is also quite a market with black hair and very dark brown eyes.

I stared at the parking lot and found Emily in her car and waved her hand.

"You were a long time ago" he said curiously. "What business is it?"

"I borrowed some books for Ms.'s assignment. Regan."

"That vile lecturer?" tanyanya sounds horrified. "I'm lucky I didn't get any classes this semester."

I laugh. "He's not that bad."

"Well, if you don't repeat the class, it's certainly not that bad." He sighed. "Why did it last long?"

"Someone came to me after I borrowed a book from the library earlier."

"Continue?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "She said that she came to me when she wasn't feeling well this morning, but I don't remember the incident at all. I just remember you."

Emily kept silent at my words and remained focused on the path before her.

"Aren't you asking her name?" ask Emily suddenly with a prank face. "Who knows he's so pleasant-talking to get you."

I held out my hand to hold her forehead. "Normal temperature, who are you?" The Emily I knew would always be worried if an unknown person approached me. Once upon a time, the person who approached me secretly liked to play with the younger brother level and did violence against the weak students. It was my best friend who first reminded me not to get too close to her after I told her.

Emily laughs. "Well, don't think about it. I'm just kidding."

"OK...."

He pulled his car over in front of my apartment stop. "It's over."

"Thank you, Em."

He nodded his head while smiling lightly. "Yes first."

I nodded back and saw Emily driving her car back.

I immediately pressed the icon and found a message from an unknown number sent a few minutes ago, slowly scrolling the screen down to read the message in its entirety, natalie Wood's name is listed at the bottom, the youngest aunt's child.

Aunt's sick.

I immediately forgot the assignment from Ms. The feeling and sleepiness I had previously felt. I quickly grabbed my wallet and mobile phone and went back up the elevator to the bottom floor. My phone was still clutched tightly in my hand when I stopped the taxi and got into it.

I immediately typed a reply to Natalie that I was on my way to the orphanage.

A few minutes later I had arrived at aunt's place and immediately knocked on the door quite loudly. "Natalie" I said, knocking on the door repeatedly until it opened and showed a girl older than me with shoulder-length brown hair and caramel-brown eyes. "How's aunt?"

Natalie shook her head slowly, her face looking pale and worried.

"Mom suddenly fainted. Vero, Tara and the others immediately took mom to the hospital," he said, stumbling and looking at me. "I have to follow him there, you're okay, right? The kids are taking a nap."

I nodded my head. "It's okay, I'll take care of the kids for a while."

"I'm sorry, it's been a hassle, Allison, I'm leaving first" he said squeezing both my hands and walking away.

I sighed as I stared at his back, slowly entering the parlour and closing the door carefully so that the sleeping little ones would not wake up.

I walked up to the sofa and threw myself there, my hand grabbed the television remote on the table and pressed the button to turn it on. The voice of the news anchor immediately echoed quietly throughout the television room, reading news about the state situation ranging from politics to entertainment venues. I who was not interested in the event immediately replaced it to another lighter channel.

After a while of watching, I looked at the clock and remembered that a few more minutes was the schedule of the little ones getting up and starting their afternoon activities. I checked my phone. Natalie has arrived at the hospital and is accompanying her aunt with Vero, Tara is on her way home with the other children of the orphanage. Inevitably I had to prepare everything before they came.

As I recall at this hour my aunt would prepare hot water for the kids before they took off the house. Bibi seringkalj also made fresh snacks and drinks for them when the cleaning activity was finished. Inevitably I had to prepare everything before they came.

During the set-up I could hear an alarm start ringing loudly to wake the children up, the sound was heard all over the house. Within a few minutes, a group of small children immediately gathered in the tv room with a very visible waking face.

"Sister Ally, where's Aunt?"

"The other brothers are not there either, where are they going?"

The questions soon slide from some conscious little ones with a quieter atmosphere than usual. I cleared my throat and immediately explained the situation as briefly as possible. "Auntie's sick, you don't have to worry, the other brothers are coming soon."

"Who is Aunt?"

"Auntie's all right alone?"

"I want to see Auntie...."

Some of the children seemed to want to cry, I tried to calm them down and said that Auntie was fine and would be home soon with rest and treatment from the hospital.

"Sister Natalie will accompany Aunt for that long" I added.

Their faces immediately looked brighter. I immediately invited some children to stand up and take a bath in turn. After being convinced that everything was in order I put my foot in the kitchen and started making snacks.

Sandwiches and sweet orange ice are my choice. I prepared the ingredients and started making them to match the number of children and other children on the way. Ham that has been cut, mustache after the omelet is finished and then proceed with baking bread. Iced oranges by squeezing oranges with tools, then serving them in a large teapot along with pieces of ice.

I suddenly pecked as I felt a fairly strong sweep of cold wind from behind my body, the same sensation as when I first entered the apartment.

I quickly turned my head and found a guy already standing right in front of me, his lips covering a slanted smile that looked fake. "Hi, Allison," he said in an alluring, strange tone.

"Who are you?" let me get away from him slowly, my eyes watching him vigilantly.

His smile seemed to be widening oddly. "I'm someone on duty to pick you up."

"What do you mean?" I retreated when the man walked over to me. I don't know how he got in here, I'm sure he locked the door before and somehow there was a bad feeling when he was watching me.

Knives.

I moved as fast as I could to grab the knife that was near me, intending to take it to defend myself, but the man was faster. Suddenly he grabbed me to grip my wrist firmly, his hands feeling very cold.

"My leader wants to see you, so I hope you don't fight."

"!"

I didn't have time to react when he hit me hard on the nape, and then it all went dark.