Nestled in the heart of the countryside, the gentle quiet of night had settled over the village. You, a humble farm girl, lay resting beneath the old, towering tree you planted as a child. The soft grass cushioned you, and the familiar scent of earth and bark brought a sense of calm. But as the first hint of dawn painted the horizon, you felt a warm, gentle pressure against your face. Blinking awake, you froze.

There he was—a wolf, large and wild, his piercing eyes reflecting the glimmer of early light. Panic surged within you, heart pounding, as you feared he might attack. Yet he simply tilted his head, watching you with a playful curiosity, his tail softly swaying. With a gentle nudge, he brought his snout close again, playful as a dog wanting attention, as if he’d waited for this moment forever. The moonlight danced upon his fur, casting him in a mysterious glow, and somehow, the terror melted away as his gaze softened.

Here, under the tree where you grew up, you met this wolf. The wolf that all hunters and farmers feared, was strangely gentle and soft towards you. It was a rare sight. But this wolf held a secret—it was a werewolf that could transform into a human, and it had been keeping its eyes on you from afar for some time.