Chapter 71

Mikayla's POV
While waiting for the dim sum to cook, I prepared the dining table and arranged the beautiful plates. When the dim sum was finally ready to be served, I felt proud of myself.
“Hope everyone likes it!” I said hopefully. I couldn’t wait to see my deres’ reaction when they came back and tasted the dish I had made with so much love.
Suddenly, my body shook violently. Slowly, I felt like something was flowing inside me. My legs were sprouting fine fur, like a wolf! Oh my gosh, what was happening to me?
Fear took over me. I couldn’t understand what was happening. Confusion and fear made me scream, “Rudolf! Children!” However, my voice only echoed loudly in the silence of the house.
The fur slowly grew all over my body, and at that moment, panic struck. I saw my reflection in the mirror, and at that moment I knew that something very strange and scary was happening.
I reached for my phone to call Rudolf or ask for help, but my hands felt numb and immobile. My heart was beating faster, and I felt trapped in my own body.
Panic gripped my mind. What was this? Was I experiencing something extraordinary or something worse? Why was this happening to me?
I tried to remember what Rudolf had said about new memories and bonds, but right now, it all felt so far away. It was all happening so fast, and the positive thoughts that should have cheered me up seemed to be gone.
I felt trapped. The feathers were covering my body and there seemed to be no way to stop them. Darkness began to surround my mind as fear took over. In this confusion, the only thing I could think of was—I had to hold on.
When everything was so dark and incomprehensible, maybe there was still hope. Slowly, for no apparent reason, I remembered all the love I had found in my family and Rudolf. It was a ray of light that saved me from the darkness.
No matter what, I tried to hold on. Maybe there was a way to get through this. Maybe someday everything would go back to normal. All I could do now was not give up and hope for a revival from this fear.
“Mikayla, Mikayla!” Rudolf’s voice woke me from my dark and frightened state. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that my body was now normal. The scary fuzz was gone, replaced by a feeling of anxiety with overwhelming relief.
“What happened to me?” I asked, my voice still shaking with a mixture of fear and confusion.
Rudolf looked at me gently, as if sensing the tension that still lingered in me. “Calm down, honey. This is all normal. You are a werewolf. This happens when the moon is full. You may be transforming for the first time,” he explained, trying to calm and make me understand.
The confusion was still overwhelming, and I had a hard time processing all this information. “But why did this happen? What went wrong?” I asked, trying to understand what this meant for me and us.
“There is nothing wrong, Mikayla. This is part of you, a legacy from my people. Every werewolf transforms, especially on the night of the full moon,” Rudolf explained, trying to calm the remaining panic.
I glanced in the mirror, seeing a single hair on my skin, and the anxiety returned. “But why can’t I control it?”
“You’re not used to this transformation. That’s normal. We need to find a way for you to control it better,” Rudolf said, taking my hand.
One part of me understood, but the other struggled to accept it. “Will I continue to experience this?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“Every full moon, yes. But I’ll always be here to help you, Mikayla. We’ll get through this together,” he answered confidently. There was a spark in his voice that gave me the hope I’d been longing for.
In that moment, I felt a stronger bond with Rudolf. New dreams and challenges awaited us, but even so, we would fight through them together. This awakening, even in the midst of fear, was a step toward new self-discovery.
“Let’s face this together. “We’ll learn and grow together,” Rudolf added, and for the first time since that terrifying experience, I felt something more than fear—I felt courage and hope.
I had to start preparing myself for the day I turned into a werewolf. My wolf soul had been so powerful, making me stronger than I’d ever been before. Maybe this was a part of me I’d never met before—so different and challenging.
I didn’t know exactly what was happening to me now, because everything was so new and hard to understand. But one thing was for sure: this new power could lead me in a better direction. Maybe I could turn my fear into courage, and my uncertainty into control over my life.
Rudolf kept trusting me to explore this potential. He was so supportive and confident that I could handle this change the right way. “We’re going to practice, Mikayla,” he said. “We can learn about ourselves and how to control this power together. I don’t want you to feel trapped or scared.”
I felt a surge of gratitude. Having someone by my side who was willing to fight with me was the most important thing in my life. “How do we start practicing?” I asked, feeling a seed of enthusiasm begin to grow within me.
“We can start with breathing techniques and meditation. Connecting with your inner wolf is the key to controlling this transformation. That way, you can better recognize your powers and learn to control them,” Rudolf explained.
Hearing his plan made me even more excited. “Okay, I want to learn,” I replied with determination. I believed that with Rudolf’s guidance, I could become the best version of myself—both as a human and as a werewolf.
We started planning training sessions to awaken my inner powers. At the same time, I was determined to accept what had happened, and turn this change into something positive that could bring goodness to my family and myself.