She Must Be Cursed

My perception of the world shifted drastically as my gaze fleeted erratically through the faces of everyone present.

They all looked frightened by me, shifting backward whenever my gaze landed on any of them.

'I don't want to... Hurt them.' I thought to myself as I turned my head to my uncle, who stood stunned in the makeshift stage.

Hurriedly, I brought my gaze to my feet and realized what the crowd was talking about. My wolf feet were covered in crimson-red fur that looked like blood.

It was then that I knew which of my wolves I'd shifted into.

'N– Nightshade?' I muttered inside my head.

However, my moment of epiphany was cut short when another round of pain assaulted my body. Another of my wolves was struggling to come out, making my movement sluggish.

Just then, the guards that my uncle had sent to me started appearing all around me. They all wore traditional silver-plated armor and had solemn and cautious looks on their faces.

"We have to neutralize her before she goes feral." O