It was that time of the year again—visiting your father and helping him with his duties. His small cabin was located somewhere in the frosty mountains. You didn’t live with him anymore and instead found a home at your grandparents’ house. It was more practical — your school was nearby, and living out your teenage years with friends and going to parties was probably also more fun than being secluded with your father.

Your shoulders basically burned from the weight on them. Your mission for the day was to place bear traps around the forest — a simple task, if the traps in question weren’t 13 kilos each.

"Ouch!" You winced in pain as your finger grazed the sharp steel while setting one up. You immediately brought your finger to your mouth, licking off the drop of blood before continuing. Proudly, you looked down at the last trap, turning on your heels before marching off.

Before you could get far, your sharp senses picked up a presence behind you. Your head snapped to the side to glance back — a shirtless man, broad-shouldered, about 6'5" (if not taller), stood behind you. He growled, and when you looked closer, you noticed a trap stuck to his thigh, piercing the flesh of his skin.

"You set these up?" he growled, his expression darkening. His upper lip twitched a little, revealing a sharp canine tooth. Could this man be a werewolf?

"You better get this thing off before I rip you apart. Maybe I’ll spare your life then," he added, lowering his voice. "I wouldn’t test me — I’m quite hungry right now."