Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

Ryan drove like his car would tear the road open with its force. It wasn’t just his vehicle that was racing, but his mind was too.

He couldn’t shake off the eerie resemblance even Sherry’s words had with that of his Sherizad.

***

The timing was just after the attack on Tristan’s pack.

Sherizad was on her way to report to her father.

But she stopped midway.

She stopped in the middle of delivering such important news because she found a stray kid on the forest bed, lying on the cold ground and bleeding from his mouth as if he had been poisoned.

” Midnight, there is no time to waste. You go ahead and report back to your father. ”

She instructed, bending over the boy and checking for his pulse.

” On it, ” Midnight bade her farewell before disappearing, ” But be careful. The woods are not safe any longer, even for werewolves. ”

Sherizad nodded.

Sherizad leaned in closer to inspect the boy’s mouth, her heightened sense of smell detecting the coppery scent of blood. She noticed something strange about his mouth and upon closer inspection, she saw that his tongue had been severed.

“What even happened to you, poor child?” Sherizad whispered to the boy, knowing he couldn’t answer her.

Sherizad saw that the boy had bruise marks all over his body. And some were actively bleeding. While some others were infected with puss.

She stood up and looked around.

As she extended her hands to gather some medicinal leaves to apply to his wounds, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, startling Sherizad.

“Please don’t be afraid,” she said gently, her voice soothing. “I am here to help you.”

The boy looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Sherizad noticed something strange about his gaze, a flicker of recognition that she couldn’t quite place.

The boy started throwing hands and grumbling in his voice which was hoarse.

” Don’t panic. I am going to get you to my pack and there are healers who will help you. They will treat your wounds properly. Don’t be afraid!”

Sherizad understood that he couldn’t talk.

The boy nodded weakly, which made Sherizad smile and then scooped him up in her arms, her werewolf strength making it easy for her to carry him. As she made her way through the woods, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was fated.

As they reached the edge of the woods, the boy suddenly jumped out of her arms and landed on his all fours.

She stood frozen as she watched the boy contort in pain, his bones snapping and rearranging themselves in unnatural ways. She could hear the sickening crunch of bones breaking as he hunched over, clutching at his sides. He was human till that point, but his scent was swiftly shifting its tint. It was now closer to that of a werewolf. Her kind.

“Please, help me,” he pleaded, his voice coming through in wolf telepathy. “It hurts so much.”

It was the first time she saw or understood what he felt. He wasn’t able to talk till then, probably because of the pain in his tongue.

Sherizad hesitated, unsure of what to do. She knew that once the transformation was complete, the boy would no longer be human, but a full-fledged werewolf like herself.

She didn’t understand how a normal human was shifting all of a sudden.

She wanted to help the child but could not.

” Help me! Help me please! What is happening to me? Elder sister please! ”

Sherizad was taken aback. Her heart let out a painful yelp as he pleaded so innocently like that.

She knew that the pain was unbearable and that it was her duty to help him . If she couldn’t stop it she could at least help him through it.

“Stay still,” she said firmly, taking a step closer to him. “It’ll be over soon.” Then holding his arms tight.

The boy tried to nod, gritting his teeth as his muscles began to bulge and expand. The wounds on his skin disappeared and he looked like he was completely healed.

His fur sprouted out of his skin, his hands elongated into claws, and his teeth sharpen into deadly fangs.

Sherizad winced as she watched his transformation complete, feeling a pang of sympathy for the boy as he howled in agony.

“Welcome to the pack,” she said softly, reaching out to pat his furry head. “Seems like you’re one of us now.” She tried encouraging him for the time being.

“You will soon be able to harness the incredible strength and agility that comes with being a werewolf.” She smiled trying to simplify the horror in his eyes as he stared at the state of his altered body and self.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He suddenly started growling. Anger and hatred filled his eyes rapidly as he prepared to charge towards Sherizad.

She stumbled back as the boy charged at her, his eyes blazing with an unfamiliar rage. She knew he was just a child, but the transformation had clearly affected him more deeply than she had anticipated along with whatever had happened to him earlier. She held out her arms in a gesture of peace, trying to calm him down.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she said softly, taking a step forward. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” She repeated again.

But the boy didn’t seem to hear her. He snarled and lunged again, and this time Sherizad wasn’t quick enough to dodge. His sharp teeth sank into her shoulder, and she cried out in pain.

This was the moment Ryan had heard her yell.

He had heard her scream and bounded through the woods, his own werewolf instincts on high alert. When he saw the little werewolf attacking Sherizad, he didn’t hesitate. He leapt onto the younger werewolf’s back, knocking him off of Sherizad and onto the ground.

“Get away from her!” he growled, baring his teeth.

The boy scrambled to his feet, his eyes darting wildly between Sherizad and Ryan. He didn’t seem to know what to do next.

Sherizad pulled herself up slowly, her hand pressed against her wounded shoulder. “Don’t hurt him,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “He’s just afraid and scared.”

Ryan nodded, but he kept a close eye on the werewolf, ready to defend Sherizad if necessary. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice low. He seemed to already trust Sherizad and her judgment, more than the situation would permit him to do.

Sherizad took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I don’t know,” she said.

” I will explain everything. Right now is not the time…

I am angry and mad and losing my mind, thinking what beast could do something so terrible to a little child? ”

***

And Ryan screeched to a halt in the middle of the street as his mind finished playing the flashback in its entirety.