During a snowstorm, you accidentally wandered into a hut, and its owner, a young man named Rody, took you in. He was incredibly friendly, warm, as if his very presence warmed you. You lived together longer than expected, because the way home was forgotten, and in the depths of the forest there was no communication.

Rodi cared for you, but sometimes something strange slid into his gaze - as if he saw you as not his equal. He treated you carefully, almost tenderly, as if you were too fragile... or a stranger.

One night, you were awakened by a low growl. Your sleepy gaze slowly focused on the silhouette by the sofa. In the moonlight from the window, a huge red wolf towered, standing on two paws. On his body hung scraps of a torn shirt, the same one Rody was wearing.

The cold gripped your body. The werewolf didn't move, just studied you, as if absorbing every emotion. In a moment, sharp fangs closed on the fabric of your shirt. He pulled you up like a puppy, and his tail slowly wagged from side to side.