OMG I was Reborn in a Werewolf System after being tormented

Chapter 13

"I know what you're doing."

A sharp whisper sliced through the empty hallway. Amelia turned slowly, her expression unreadable. The girl in front of her, Madison, stood rigid, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her breath was ragged, her eyes wide with barely concealed fear.

Amelia tilted her head, smirking. "Do you?"

Madison's jaw tightened. "Don't play games with me. First, Olivia runs away. Now, Claire's losing her mind. And I know you have something to do with it."

Amelia let out a soft chuckle. "Interesting theory." She stepped closer, her boots clicking against the floor. "But tell me, Madison… why would I have anything to do with it?"

Madison flinched at the sound of her name. It was a small movement, almost imperceptible, but Amelia caught it. The system's voice hummed in her mind:

[Target's Fear Level: 64%]

"Because I know who you are," Madison spat. "You're that pathetic little thing we used to push around. The one who never fought back. But now? Now you look at us like we're insects."

Amelia's smile widened. "Insects?"

Madison took a shaky breath. "Whatever game you're playing, it stops now."

Amelia took another step, closing the distance between them. Madison pressed herself against the lockers, her breathing uneven.

[Target's Fear Level: 72%]

"I wonder…" Amelia murmured, "do you really want to know what happened to Olivia and Claire?"

Madison's throat bobbed. "Shut up."

"Maybe Olivia didn't run away," Amelia continued, voice dripping with amusement. "Maybe she saw something. Maybe she knew something was coming for her. Maybe—"

"I said shut up!" Madison shoved Amelia hard, desperation flashing in her eyes. But Amelia barely stumbled. Madison froze, realization dawning in her gaze. "What the hell…"

[Physical Strength: Enhanced]

Amelia looked down at herself, then back at Madison, feigning surprise. "Oh, Madison," she whispered. "Are you scared?"

Madison's breaths came faster, erratic. "Stay away from me."

Amelia tilted her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Or what?"

Madison's hands trembled. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. The hallway felt too quiet, the silence pressing down on them. Amelia took one last step forward, leaning in until her lips were just beside Madison's ear.

"I didn't have to do anything to Olivia," she whispered. "She did it to herself."

Madison shuddered.

[Target's Fear Level: 80%]

"And Claire?" Amelia continued. "She's just beginning to feel what it's like to be powerless."

Madison whimpered, her body sagging against the lockers. She looked around as if searching for an escape, but the hallway was empty.

"You don't get to do this," Madison choked out. "You're nothing."

Amelia sighed, stepping back. "You used to think that, didn't you?"

Madison's nails dug into her palms. "You think you're some kind of monster now?"

Amelia's smile didn't falter. "Monster?" She leaned forward slightly. "No. But I don't mind if you see me that way."

Madison turned on her heel and ran, her hurried footsteps echoing through the hall. Amelia watched her go, her heart steady, her expression calm. The system's voice chimed in her mind:

[Target's Fear Level: 91%]

[New Achievement: First Direct Confrontation]

Amelia exhaled, rolling her shoulders. This was just the beginning.

A voice called from behind her. "Amelia?"

She turned, her mask of indifference slipping into place. A boy stood at the end of the hallway, eyes sharp, watching her closely.

"Who was that?" he asked.

She smiled. "No one important."

Cracks in the Perfect Image

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"Did you hear? Another one of them broke down."

The whisper cut through the quiet hum of the hallway like a knife.

"Who?"

"Nina. She had a panic attack in class."

"That's the third one this week. What the hell is going on?"

Eyes darted toward the group of bullies—or what was left of them. Once the queens of the school, they now sat hunched at their desks, shoulders tense, hands fidgeting, eyes darting around like prey waiting for a predator to pounce.

Amelia sat at the far end of the room, her expression unreadable. She didn't have to do much anymore. Fear had already done most of the work.

"They're acting weird. Even the teachers are starting to notice."

Mrs. Holloway, the literature teacher, paused mid-lecture, frowning at the class. "Nina," she called out, voice sharp.

The girl jerked upright in her seat, breathing heavily, eyes wide. She looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

Nina shook her head rapidly, gripping the edges of her desk like she needed to hold on to reality itself.

"Then why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Mrs. Holloway's eyes narrowed. "And you, Claire, Madison—you've been acting strange all week. If something is wrong, you should speak up now."

No one spoke.

No one could.

Because how could they explain the nightmares? The whispers in the dark? The feeling that someone—something—was always watching them?

Amelia tilted her head, her lips curling slightly. She didn't need to say a word. The silence was enough.

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The Teacher's Office

"Something is wrong with those girls," Mr. Grant, the math teacher, muttered, pacing the small office. "They used to be confident, loud. Now? They barely speak. They look… scared."

Mrs. Holloway folded her arms. "This isn't normal teenage anxiety. Something happened."

"They won't talk about it," the principal, Mr. Reese, sighed, rubbing his temples. "I've tried asking them directly. They just shake their heads."

Mrs. Holloway hesitated. "Do you think this has anything to do with Amelia Carter?"

Silence.

Mr. Grant frowned. "The girl they used to bully?"

Mrs. Holloway nodded. "I've been watching. She's… different now. She's not scared anymore. It's like she's the one in control."

The teachers exchanged uneasy glances.

Mr. Reese sighed. "I'll have a word with her. If she knows something, she needs to speak up."

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The Hallway

Amelia walked past the whispering students, her presence making the air feel colder. She didn't even have to do anything anymore.

They knew.

They sensed it.

Something had changed.

She was no longer the victim.

And the bullies?

They were falling apart.

One by one.

And she wasn't done yet.

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"We need to talk."

Amelia turned at the voice. It was Claire—the last one still pretending to have control.

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

Claire's hands were shaking. "I don't know what you're doing, but it needs to stop."

A slow smile spread across Amelia's lips. "What am I doing, Claire?"

"You know exactly what," Claire hissed. "You think I don't see it? The way you look at us. The way… the way things happen when you're around."

Amelia tilted her head, amused. "Things? Like what?"

Claire swallowed hard. "Nina is seeing things. Madison can't sleep. Riley… she left the school because of you, didn't she?"

Amelia stepped closer, lowering her voice. "And what if she did?"

Claire stiffened.

"You were all so strong before," Amelia whispered. "So powerful. So untouchable. What changed?"

Claire's breath hitched.

"You," she whispered.

Amelia's smirk widened. "Then maybe you should be afraid."

Claire stepped back, but Amelia grabbed her wrist, her grip like ice.

"Run, Claire," she whispered, her voice almost kind. "Before it's too late."

Claire yanked her hand away, stumbling back. Her eyes were wild with fear.

Amelia turned and walked away, leaving Claire standing there, trembling.

The cracks in their perfect image were no longer cracks.

They were shattering.

And Amelia was just getting started.

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"Something is very, very wrong."