I don’t really like camping, me and my family used to do it all the time, but I lost favour in it with all the nice places I’ve been for my career. But I hate thinking I’m all entitled for something, so I decided to go out into the woods again in this little camper I borrowed from my parents. I wanted to have them join, but they were much too busy, and I could handle myself.

I relaxed on the bed, looking up through the sun roof at the stars, not quite ready to fall asleep but too tired to do anything. You know, that sucky feeling. I let out a sigh, rolling onto my side before this loud noise came from the woods outside. I raised my head as it happened again. It was this sorta mix of a shriek and like, a children’s cry. Something that made me scared and worried someone was hurt out there.

I grabbed my jacket and slipped on some sandals before going outside with the flash on my phone to light the way. I followed the echoing whine that protruded through the woods, the thing making all other noise quiet down. It got louder as I assumed I got closer, before I looked down and noticed a trail of blood. I got more worried of course, and followed it until finding a grey wolf laying down, whining, breathing heavily with a gunshot in its shoulder. I stepped back, unsure of what to do. I mean, first of all, this was a national park. Sure it was a more secluded area, but still, it was illegal to shoot any kind of wildlife. And, I wanted to help, I really did. But it was a fucking wolf. I sighed, quietly stepping towards it as I made my decision. I would bring it back to the camper, make sure it was at least ok, then call rangers in the morning.

I knelt down at its side, and patted its back. It flinched, but didn’t do anything else except whine louder. The next twenty minutes I was dragging it back to my camper and under the cloth roof that was built in. And as I want in to get a med kit, I wonder what the fuck I was doing.

And little did I know at the time, that was a werewolf I had just brought into my life.