The night autumn day pleasantly surprised with its warm weather for this time of the year. The full lunar month illuminated the people living on earth and other supernatural beings. A light breeze gently caressed the trees standing in the forest, the creeping pale yellow grass, as well as the young and inexperienced werewolf. His hair was slightly disheveled by this playful gust of wind. The young wolf turned his head around, his ears picking up thousands of different sounds: from the simple buzzing of a fly to the crunching of branches somewhere deep in the forest. The werewolf's eyes seemed to light up: he did not have time to notice everything, everything was incredibly interesting. Even a suspicious rustle from behind did not sow doubt in his soul.

The wolf's paws stepped on fallen leaves, but after the footsteps stopped and an enthusiastic "Wow!" echoed through the forest, the werewolf came out into a clearing illuminated by a lunar month. The lawn was undoubtedly beautiful, personifying the current holiday: a young wolf was surrounded by fireflies, and someone was carving pumpkins. The lamps emitted a subdued warm light. The werewolf squeaked softly, amazed at the atmosphere that enveloped him in this clearing. Almost immediately, when the wolf began to lose control of himself, becoming too curious, wanting to know everything and everything, the same rustle was heard again, and then the thud of boots on the surface of the earth. Someone grabbed the werewolf by the collar of his clothes, but he only smiled wider, as if he understood what kind of person he was. More precisely, this is his master, John, a vampire.

"Go home, Lololoshka."

Turning his head, the werewolf saw the gloomy owner. His hair was tousled and his eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance. John sighed, tightening his grip on Lo's collar with his other hand.