Carra woke up to the feeling of a burning suffocation. It was as if she was drowning in a sea of smoke while her whole body was being tempered in a fiery furnace. The fiery feeling was completely overwhelming.

After some minutes of great difficulties, she opened her eyes and realized the whole area was in flames and the air was filled with smoke.

Was she in a sea of ​​fire? What happened? She asked herself apprehensively, but her brain wasn't functioning properly. She needed answers but knew if she stayed where she was, she would definitely be burned or smoked to death.

She struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that her clothes were not right, and her shirt and jeans had become complicated long garments. She was stunned, and immediately looked around.

Although the fire in this place was big, and she couldn't seem to recall much, it appeared as if something was wrong. However, since the fire was getting bigger and bigger, she decided now wasn't the right time to worry about all that. She needed to escape the fire first.

She looked around and finally found a place where the fire was smaller and managed to crawl out. When she was approaching the door to the room, Carra was tripped by a loose piece of wood on the ground, sending her sprawling on the ground.

A small beam of the roof fell straight down and hit her on the head, and she fainted.

While regaining her consciousness, Carra remembered an explosion while investigating a gruesome crime scene. And then, something like a wall of fur, barged into her, knocking the wind out of her. Something resembling a large dog?

No, it was a giant wolf?

Those eyes, animalistic but shining with intelligence. She had read reports about their sightings. Werewolves, they were called, half humans, half wolves. She had thought they were myths!

What else? Ah, she recollected the painful bite, followed by the electricity jolt, that coursed through her body like lightning.

She grimaced unconsciously when she recalled the wolf was going about to kill her only for a massive explosion to stop the canine on its track. She thought she had died. Right now, she knew she was extremely lucky to be alive.

"Miss!"

A horrified voice from outside the door, sounded in her ears, and she slowly raised her head. In the blur, she saw that the outside of the door was full of different people, rushing towards her.

A pang of pain struck her and she lost consciousness again.

When she woke up this time around, she saw that she was on top of an old oak bed. She turned her head slightly to see antique furniture, arranged in the chamber. She couldn't believe her eyes. These were miedeval items, where was she?

"Miss, you're finally awake!"

A pleasantly surprised voice came, and then there was a girl's joyful face, an oval face with big bright eyes.

*Nella*

A name suddenly flashed in Carra's mind. Then memories of the previous owner of the body flooded into her mind like a riptide.

She was Carra, a machan and the eldest daughter of the Livingstone, family. Her mother Sophia died when she was three years old. And later, her aunt Angela was taken by her father to become his regular wife.

Since then, she had been gradually ignored, and was living in obscurity until now. This year, she was eighteen years old.

No, no, no. Did she die in that explosion? She asked herself in shock.

Could it be that the explosion brought her soul into the body of the original owner who was also caught up in fire here?

The original host's name was Carha. She was Carra too. Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation.

Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters.

In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. She was a Machan, human with a Lycan traits. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here.

Why God?

For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept.

A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called the name of the younger maid, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awake, she was also very happy. "Miss, you woke up. I was worried to death."

*Vira*