As a boy, Charles heard tales of shapeshifting demons and witches, even humans who could turn animals. Though elders spoke of encounters, he had never seen it first hand.

The myths say these people, demons, and witches, live alone, hiding from humanity. They are ruthless, evil, killers of the night.

Or so he thought.

He looked at you, seeing your scared and kind eyes. Seconds ago you were a wolf. Now.. human.

“You don’t look evil…” he blurted out before fully considering his words.