My Lover is A Werewolf

The Wolf

Mida naturally agreed without hesitation. Upon hearing that it was a birthday gift for Cilantro, she also wanted to include some extras to leave a good impression in front of Amber.

Mida's apprentice, Helena, brought over an extremely exquisite jewelry box.

Even when Amber asked Mida, she was smoothing her beautiful silver hair, not knowing where she was going for her appointment, and for a while, she couldn't remember what the Grand Fable was that Amber mentioned.

Helena and Cilantro walked out of the house side by side, leaving Amber tangled up by Mida, wanting to ask her for some blessings to enhance her charm.

"You should take the mirror from the teacher. Just reflect the moonlight during the full moon, and the disguise of the werewolf will be revealed."

The two girls were also familiar playmates. Each young witch received many gifts upon turning sixteen, among which the gift from the Grand Witch was the most useful for future hunting trips.

So Helena didn't understand why Cilantro would want such a flashy but impractical gift.

"If such a precious treasure were to leave with me, what would Miss Mida have to give you?"

Helena's fair cheeks blushed, and Cilantro wasn't wrong.

"Only the teacher's silver hair can make the silver mirror emit the most beautiful light. I have Aminos with me, and that's enough."

Helena's tone was full of contentment.

Although her water buffalo Familiar never listened, it always soaked in the mud near the valley and forest.

Often, Helena could be seen panting and brushing the buffalo's back with a brush, getting herself covered in mud.

Mida hated that water buffalo to death, even saying that at least the big white goose knew how to bathe with clean water. But every time, it was still Mida, exhausted, who brought back the dirty Aminos to the cabin.

"Oh, by the way, there's a revelry in the Moonlight Forest tonight. All the sisters will be there, and everyone wants to sing and dance together one last time before setting off. Cilantro must come too."

The hanging brown hair couldn't cover the blue eyes of the girl, which were so deep that they could contain the whole ocean, just like her gentle and sincere heart.

Among the young witches who came to visit Cilantro, she was the one who couldn't help choking with tears for Cilantro's fate.

So Helena hoped that Cilantro would take the silver mirror, and she didn't even think about fighting for the teacher's treasure as Mida's apprentice should have more authority.

Helena pushed her long hair aside, covering her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Veronica said that there was supposed to be a Familiar sent to notify you this morning, but all the cats..."

They didn't want to go near a fierce goose.

The Familiar always follows the master's lead, Helena increasingly felt that someone was deliberately harming Cilantro and her familiar.

The two arrived at the Moonlight Forest, where dense trees grew in the gorge, so every night, every tree seemed to be adorned with frost, and the entire forest bathed in the silver moonlight, including the crystal-clear moon springs, which were considered the sanctuary of the moon goddess's protection by the Moon Witches.

There were already many small tents set up outside the forest, as it seemed that all the young witches intended to stay out all night.

Helena generously shared her beautiful white tent with Cilantro, claiming it was a gift from Mida, a canvas large enough to accommodate even Aminos, probably another gift from a wealthy lover.

Cilantro touched the delicate fabric, then decided not to tell her that it was actually a cowhide tent.

"Oh, isn't this Cilantro? I thought you wouldn't go out for a few days."

Several red heads popped out of the neighboring tent, and Veronica and her several cousins looked at Cilantro with their usual malicious eyes. They were the ones who were joking about cooking eggs earlier.

"And you brought the main course for the banquet." Veronica saw Parsnip and immediately smiled, and the red-haired fox in her arms cooperated with its owner, showing its sharp teeth.

Helena glared at them, and Cilantro smiled at the fox, saying, "Goose meat is too tough. The main course for the banquet should be those chickens with loud crowing and plump bodies."

Veronica was the most sharp-tongued and intelligent among them. She immediately understood Cilantro's hint and was suddenly both annoyed and afraid. She quickly pulled down the curtain of the tent.

A few days ago, Amber punished those gossiping witches, including Veronica, by turning them into red-feathered hens, clucking for help inside and outside the village.

They didn't return to normal until nightfall, having no semblance of dignity all day long. Amber even lamented that the fox familiar could recognize its owner. This powerful witch was simultaneously fiercely protective and ruthless, with no one daring to intercede for Veronica and the others.

As the orange glow disappeared over the horizon, Cilantro accompanied Helena to find Aminos in the forest.

As expected, it was lounging in a large muddy puddle, if it weren't for its large and curved horns, the motionless water buffalo would look like a small mound of mud.

Several toads with red lumps on their backs crawled up and down its back.

"Aminos!" Helena happily stepped forward, not bothering to lift her pretty skirt, completely abandoning the ladylike demeanor that Mida always admonished.

Upon hearing the call of its master, the water buffalo seemed indifferent, not moving at all.

But Cilantro still noticed that the thick grass-like tail of the buffalo began to wave actively when its master approached, driving away the mosquitoes that coveted the fair skin of the girls.

To prevent Helena from being dragged into the mud pit by the familiar, Cilantro and she worked together to pull Aminos out of the mud.

It was not easy to see the water buffalo faintly loosen from the mud pit. When the two wanted to catch their breath, they lost their grip, and the water buffalo fell back into the mud pit, splashing up large muddy waves.

Cilantro was the first to be splashed all over with foul mud.

When they finally managed to drag Aminos back to the camp, their tent had become a crumpled mess on the ground, with delicate white fabric stained with provocative graffiti.

Veronica and the others had forgotten the lesson, opening the tent wide to gossip about Cilantro and the others.

Actually, the girls used to be innocent, hand in hand playmates.

It was Veronica who took credit for catching the little stray dog and planned to throw it into the river to drown, so since Cilantro let the Cinnamon escape, she had been holding a grudge until now.

Although Cilantro had been severely punished by the Grand Witch, Veronica still led all the girls to isolate Cilantro, and in the end, only Helena and a few others were willing to talk to Cilantro.

They were talking about the inherent flaws of being born slaves, and when they saw the embarrassed duo, they laughed even harder.

"Mud fairies come out to play, mud fairies come out to play."

Cilantro secretly plucked a feather from the goose's butt and gently tickled the buffalo's soft belly a few times, then shouted to the onlookers nearby, "If you don't want a mud bath, you better step back."

Veronica and the others were still laughing heartily, mouths wide open, unable to close them.

Just then, Aminos suddenly swung its massive body, causing all the muddy water to pour down like a torrential rain, instantly smashing the small tent to pieces, and the people inside were even worse off.

Veronica was still laughing heartily, but the fox in her arms had already raised its fur, ready to attack at any moment at its owner's command.

Veronica's furious scream was abruptly replaced by terror as her red fox, originally lunging towards Cilantro's large white goose, was snatched away in mid-air by a pair of golden claws.

"woof woof"

A dozen wolves emerged from unknown places, their green eyes sending shivers down the witches' spines in the darkness.

The wolf in the center, seemingly the leader, appeared remarkably lazy yet exuded an inexplicable aura of nobility, causing the familiars to tremble upon seeing it, rendering them unable to move.

The wolf merely licked its lips, and the golden-clawed wolf immediately returned with its prey to its master, who stood beside the leader.

When the leader lifted its face, its sharp eyes revealed its dangerously nature.

Even if this leader wolf didn't make a move, just its golden-clawed wolf alone could easily subdue any familiar of the young witches present.

The witches were all terrified, some even on the verge of fainting. There shouldn't have been so many wolves in this place.

Cilantro looked at the leader wolf, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

However, the surrounding pack of wolves noticed Cilantro's gaze, feeling offended, and prepared to pounce on her. The witches began to scream loudly, and Cilantro thought she was going to die here.

Unexpectedly, Parsnip stepped forward, flew towards the wolf pack, flapping its wings vigorously, trying to drive away the wolves. Cilantro's heart skipped a beat, almost calling out; she didn't want to lose her large white goose.

What was unexpected was that the leader wolf kept avoiding Parsnip as if it feared it.

Before Cilantro could react, the leader wolf disappeared with the wolf pack, leaving Veronica's red fox lying on the ground, barely alive.

After a moment, the witches realized what had happened and scattered with their familiars like chicks encountering an eagle. Before leaving, their gaze towards Parsnip was filled with awe.

Meanwhile, Cilantro, still shaken, held onto her nearly endangered large white goose, checked Parsnip, and found no injuries. It appears that the leader wolf was not afraid of Parsnip, it more like that the leader wolf afraid of injuring Parsnip.

For some reason, she felt the leader wolf had glanced in her direction intentionally or unintentionally before leaving.