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Transmigrated Into A Monster Werewolf

Marsai’s POV:

I could roughly guess what it was from where I was but I wasn't certain until I stood before the heap of snow and used my paws to dig out the body under it.

Breathing heavily, I almost landed on my butt in surprise when I retrieved a naked man out of the heap of snow. I blinked repeatedly before I was able to register that the naked man was still breathing.

Under the huge heap of snow, how was he still able to live? I thought, surprised and confused when I felt his heartbeat. Brushing off the snow from his body, my cheeks grew warm from embarrassment because I couldn't stop stealing glances at the perfectly sculpted body and otherworldly handsome man that I just dug out of the snow.

His brows are carved to perfection, he also has the longest beautiful lashes I've ever seen. A perfect jawline, the cutest pointed nose with symmetrical nostrils.

My eyes moved along the rest of his body to check him out, but I intentionally avoided the lower part because I felt like I was invading his privacy and also because my virgin heart couldn't withstand it.

‘How did he end up here in the woods under a heap of snow? Was he dropped here by someone to die?’ I checked the rest of his body for any injury but his skin was flawless and taintless like a newborn. He looks absolutely perfect and healthy except for the fact that he was unconscious.

Yanking him closer to me, I wrapped him with my furs to give him a bit of warmth.

It was totally a selfless way of giving warmth but cheeks flushed red when our heartbeats suddenly thumped in sync. I almost gave in to the desire to shift back into my human form when I heard the loud howls of the security guards.

I was certain that it was my father that sent them after me because I was running late for my birthday party. I looked at the handsome man again, contemplating whether to bring him to the pack but when I remembered how my father treats werewolves without origins, I decided that it was better to keep him away from the pack.

When the security guard's howls got nearer, I reluctantly unwrapped him and gently pulled him under a tree to save him from being bullied by the snow again. Giving him a second glance, I couldn't stop my wolf from licking his face, my heart flipped in excitement and I nearly gave him another lick when I heard the security guards’ howl piercing my ears again.

‘See you soon’

I stood up and gave him a pitiful look. With the bitter cold and the chilly wind, I doubted he would survive the night, but as I ran towards where the howls were coming from, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I would be seeing him again.

Very soon…

Fenrir's POV:

It started as a dull ache at the back of my head then it grew into sirens that rung in my ears, jolting me awake. Everything hurts my back, my head….oh, my head.

The scenery before me was as white and clear. Slowly I realized I was in a forest, covered in layers of snow. I was cold, I was hurt. But most importantly, I was confused. I had no idea how exactly I got here or what I was doing sitting on a snowy ground with torn, messy clothes, or where I came from. Where exactly am I? What happened to me?

I tried to pick myself up from the ground, but I was immediately blinded by the light that was illuminating everywhere. I looked up to see the bright full moon, it was dazzling. In fact, I had never seen the moon shine so brightly. I wanted to appreciate it a little, but I was not in the right state of mind.

I heaved a deep breath as I pushed myself painfully to lean on the bark of a tree, "you can do this, Fenrir." Yeah, I could do this. I could…. wait, what did I just call myself? Fenrir. Is that my name? It had to be if I subconsciously remembered it. Fenrir, my name is Fenrir.

I was glad to have remembered my name, but when I tried to remember other things, I found it very difficult. Instead all I got was a deep sharp pain piercing my brain like a needle. I couldn't remember a damn anything. My brain felt heavy and useless, so I tried to use my other senses.

I sighed sadly as I took a deep breath, my nose tingling instantly at a strange scent. Whatever it was that wafted through my nose smelled wonderful. So damn terrific that I had to sniff the air again, but I couldn’t determine the scent until I took a deep sniff at my torn and messy shirt.

It was the scent of a flower, a rose… a wild rose.

But this scent didn't come from me. It was around me, but not from me, like the owner of the scent had been around me. I had a feeling it was the red haired lady that had pushed away the snow from my body.

The sudden remembrance jolted my brain and it shocked my entire body. I recalled something!

It wasn't something from long ago, but a recent memory. Someone had been here, a vague memory of a young lady, red and flowing hair. I couldn't make out her face but I could remember her scent, the same scent that was tingling in my nose. Wild roses.

Who was she? Why did she help me? I was very curious to know about all these, maybe she knew where I came from or what I was doing here. Maybe—

"Ahh!" I screamed when I felt sudden pain inflicted on me. My body was jolted forward, and I fell with both hands on the cold snowy ground.

What was happening to me?

I felt something hot coursed through my veins. Oh, heavens...what was happening? Was I dying?

My legs were wobbly as I groaned heavily. I tried to pick myself up, but I couldn't, it was like my limbs didn't listen to me anymore. In my state of confusion, fear, and pain, I momentarily looked up to notice something strange in the sky—the moon. It was getting brighter and I could actually feel its rays on me.

I started feeling strange, I tried to shout but when I opened my mouth all I heard was a deep powerful growl. It was crazy! I’ve never felt like this before.

I was on all fours now, in a very strange position, and I knew something strange was definitely happening to me. I just didn't know what it was or if I was possessed.

Why did I feel like I was dead, but I'm now alive? Was I alive because of this?

I felt my already torn shirt, bursting open, the rays of the moon strangely suppressing me, taking over me, and turning me into something I knew I wasn’t. I suddenly felt my canines elongating and tiny hair sprouting out of my skin. When I finally looked at it, it WAS no little hair. I saw a whole lot of hair, a dark golden color— it was fur!

I was going to scream my lungs out this time, but immediately, my throat felt dry, and my eyes were overshadowed with darkness.

They snapped open- my eyes. I looked around sharply, suddenly realizing I was still where I was a few minutes ago. But I wasn’t who I was anymore. I was a wolf! A terrifying one!

I felt strange, I felt powerful….I felt rage. A burning rage of blood. To slaughter.

The excitement that came upon me was overwhelming. I opened my mouth to yell my fury, but all that came out was a loud powerful growl and a bark. This time I couldn’t think about it. Heck, I couldn’t think about anything, all I could focus on was the maddening anger and raging bloodthirst that had thoroughly overwhelmed me.

I kicked my sharp paws in the snowy ground, and I started running. Momentarily, I was shocked that my body flew like the wind and I wasn't even tired. It was as if I was one with the wind as it caressed my furs. Surprisingly, it didn't in any way relieve my raging thirst for blood. It was the time of night, but my vision was sharp, and I could see things from a far away. I saw a huge house in front of me. It was the first house I could see after leaving the snowy bush. It was surrounded by other smaller houses.

There was a celebration. I could easily tell with the large crowd around the house, and by the sounds coming from it. As I neared the building, I saw bright lights and decorations, there were sounds of cheerful music, and numerous people entering and leaving the house. They all had smiles on their faces, smiles that somehow infuriated and increased my blood thirst.

As I edged closer, I saw something strange, some of those people were turning into wolves…wolves! Before the sane part of my mind could start wondering, the immense rage hit me even harder than before and without reasoning, I galloped into the house at a very high speed.

It took a few minutes before anyone realized my presence. Their concentration was on the huge cake that was being rolled into the middle of the vast room.

"Amazing," someone said. Soon enough, I heard sounds of lips matching over the sight of the cake and that infuriated me.

"Now, let's call out the beautiful celebrant to cut her….hey, who are you?"

Finally, they see me. The thought was appealing to my bloodthirst.

I didn't wait for my presence to register in their heads before I growled, and bounced on the nearest person. I instantly tore him apart with my sharp claws and watched him wriggle as blood dripped out of his slit neck.

Blood.

I wanted to see more blood! I began pouncing on anyone and everyone. Their harsh screams penetrated my ears, but it didn't stop me, it only made me thirstier.

A handful of them were down in a few minutes, and some of them started turning into a similar figure as mine. I felt intrigued and dared. How dare they think they can battle with me?

I noticed there was a bigger one among them, it was a large grey wolf. I could remember he was a big, averagely tall man before. Even as a wolf, he still stood to protect the woman beside him. No man or wolf was beside him. I had killed them all.

The wolf may seem intimidating, but not to me at all, it was probably because of the power that was currently possessing me. I snapped and growled, then jumped on him. He battled me, I could give him that, but it didn't take long before I snaked past him, and slit his neck with my sharp claws. I watched him fall heavily on the floor, and a satisfying growl escaped me before I picked the small woman up, and tore her apart like I did her protector or perhaps her lover.

Any sense of humanity had left me. I couldn’t feel any remorse. If at all I could feel a thing, it was satisfaction as my dark eyes roamed around the house that was now filled with stinky blood smell and wounded bodies.

I was about to let out a strangely satisfying growl when I smelt it, the scent of wild roses. It was her. Where?

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