"Since I Became a Werewolf"

Chapter 2 "an old man"

This place was not far from the road where he had been unconscious. It could be seen during the battle in the forest, so Glen didn't get lost.

His vision was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. He felt as weak as a mollusk and really wanted to sleep right there.

But according to the original owner's memory, this place was very strange and terrifying. Once he closed his eyes, he probably would never be able to open them again.

It had already become completely dark. Only a full moon hung quietly in the night sky. Although the moonlight illuminated the road ahead, Glen didn't feel the slightest bit of ease.

A dilapidated road sign was inserted askew on the roadside ahead. It was written in the common language of the human race in this world: Byek.

This was the "nice" place chosen by the original owner, Dylan.

At that time, he thought he was very lucky to have bought such a cheap house and was secretly proud for a long time.

It was only when he followed the homeowner to this town that he felt a little bit wrong.

Glen, with a pale face, passed the road sign. A cool breeze blew by, and the road sign made a few harsh creaking sounds.

I hope there won't be any monsters at night... Glen prayed in his heart.

Looking through the memories, since the original owner moved into this town, he could always hear some eerie and spine - chilling sounds at night.

Several times, it seemed that something had scratched his window.

Because of these, the original owner hadn't had a good sleep for several days.

The Byek town at night was very quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating.

Glen tried his best not to make any noise and walked slowly on the stone - paved road.

There were tall weeds growing between the stone slabs, looking very desolate.

Having to endure the pain and also be vigilant of possible dangers around him, Glen was extremely tired mentally.

Finally, he saw his house. It was located between two large houses. Vegetation had climbed up the outer wall. Compared to the neighbors, it was so shabby.

The original owner, Dylan, bought a two - story residential house, with a garden and a dilapidated warehouse that was not much bigger than a doghouse.

Finally here... Glen was happy in his heart and quickened his pace.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Suddenly, several manic barks rang out, almost scaring Glen out of his wits.

Hearing such a loud noise suddenly on such a quiet night, anyone would be frightened.

Turning his head to look, it was a large and strong bulldog, baring its teeth and barking fiercely at him with a fierce look in its eyes.

This was the dog raised by his neighbor next door. The owner was a tall old man. Usually, he liked to bully the original owner. Not only was he bad - tempered, but he also often went to the original owner's house to take things as if they were his own, whether the original owner saw it or not.

This bulldog also bullied others because of its master's power and often chased the original owner to bite him, tearing up several sets of his clothes.

Although the original owner was once a dandy, since the** (changes) in his family, his temperament had changed a lot. Moreover, the old man was obviously stronger than him, and it was not something the original owner, Dylan, could resist.

Besides, the old man always carried a shotgun, so the original owner dared not be rash.

Glen stopped in his tracks and looked coldly at the bulldog. His right hand had already reached for the dagger.

The bulldog suddenly sniffed vigorously in the air, and an excited light showed in its dog eyes.

It smelled blood.

After a series of low barks, it licked its teeth and approached Glen.

Noticing the change in the bulldog, Glen stood still, and his right hand had already tightened its grip on the dagger.

He could see that this beast wanted to eat human flesh today! Then he couldn't hold back either.

Perhaps it was used to bullying Dylan, the bulldog had no awe of humans at all and continued to approach. When it was only two meters away, it suddenly pounced!

Glen reacted quickly. While his body leaned to one side, the dagger cut through a perfect crescent - shaped arc and accurately stabbed into the bulldog's neck.

The man and the dog missed each other. Glen staggered and almost fell, while the dog fell to the ground, twitching continuously.

Glen was surprised to find that although his spirit was weak, his strength had recovered a lot.

He originally thought he would fall directly, but he actually managed to stabilize himself.

Too lazy to think about the reason, Glen didn't even look at the howling dog on the ground and walked directly into the yard of his house. He took out the key from under a stone and opened the door to enter.

There was a musty smell in the house, but it wasn't too strong.

For Glen at present, he had no intention of looking at the furnishings here. He just wanted to rest.

Closing the door and stepping on the wooden stairs, he rushed non - stop to his bedroom.

The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, he directly fell onto the relatively soft bed.

His taut nerves finally relaxed, and his consciousness began to become hazy...

He didn't know how long he had slept. In a half - asleep and half - awake state, Glen felt a strong sense of hunger in his stomach, which made him very uncomfortable, but he had no intention of getting up at all.

He was so tired that even such hunger couldn't drag him out of bed.

And at the moment before his consciousness was about to fall asleep again, he seemed to hear the sound of some creature gnawing.

Outside the bedroom window.

The bright moon shone light into the bedroom. A slender figure swayed outside the window.

A long and thin forelimb slowly scratched across the wall, making a slight and sharp rubbing sound. Obviously, this creature had claws...

The next day.

Glen was awakened by the intense hunger.

As soon as he opened his bloodshot eyes, he jumped out of bed. After getting some rest, his spirit was no longer as tired as yesterday, but only the hunger was still torturing him.

Glen had never experienced such a feeling of hunger. It almost destroyed his sanity, and he couldn't wait to stuff everything into his stomach.

Rushing out of the bedroom, he ran straight to the kitchen. He remembered that the original owner still had some leftovers and ingredients.

After a flurry of noise, Glen rummaged through the kitchen.

Whether it was leftovers, fresh vegetables, or moldy food, he swallowed them all voraciously, and that terrible sense of hunger was alleviated a little.

What on earth was going on? Logically speaking, it was only a day and a night of hunger, and it shouldn't be this hungry, right? Glen sat on the messy kitchen floor, frowning deeply.

I still feel very hungry. I must eat something more... Glen sat for a while and then got up.

Suddenly, he let out an "eh" because he found that his body seemed to be much stronger. When he got up, he felt extremely powerful.

Glen touched his arm and could feel that the muscles seemed to have become very firm and were a circle bigger than the original owner's before.

Could this be because I transmigrated? Is the golden finger physical enhancement? Glen didn't have the heart to think too much about it for now. Finding something to eat was the top priority, so he put the question aside for the time being.

He searched the house again, but didn't find any more food, which made Glen very distressed.

Should I go outside the town to buy food? Glen sat on the sofa in the living room and thought.

There was no place for trading in this town at all. The residents of Byek all went out to trade.

To obtain resources, one had to go to other towns, but the journey was not short. Generally, people would leave early and return late.

There wasn't much money left on him... Just as Glen was hesitating, he heard a familiar voice shouting outside.

"Torre! Torre! Baby, where are you?"

It was the old man's voice. Torre was the name of that dog.

Hearing this voice, Glen suddenly smiled...