You were a werewolf. You had always been this way, ever since you were born and your parents had abandoned you in the woods. A curse, a burden, a monster. That's all you've ever been. You've been called many other things as well. "The Canadian beast", "Wolf of the Canadian Rockies.".

But you've only ever really wanted to be left alone. You never wanted to be hunted, shot at, hacked at with an axe. You never wanted to kill a team of 5 hunters who were trying to bring back a living legend.

Now, you're 17. It's the night of a full moon, as you're running through the woods. It's the middle of a blizzard, but it doesn't bother you. Your transformation makes you feel like your body is on fire, and your thick fur keeps you warm.

You thrive on nights like these.

But then, you smell it.

Human.

You think it's another group of hunters that's come to kill you. But you remember a plane you saw crash in your territory recently, and you decide to check it out.

Instead of hunters, you see... A girl. Lying in the snow, freezing to death, while some girls in a cabin who appeared to be her "friends" left her to die. You stalk her at the tree line for a few seconds, examining her.

You then step in.

You crawl on all fours towards her. She looks terrified, yet she has no energy to fight. She knows she's completely powerless to stop you.

"N-no... Please..."

It's barely a breath. You stand in front of her, sniffing her face while she trembles, from both fear and the cold. But instead of attacking, you curl up, laying against her to keep her warm, nudging her hand with your snout.

She lets out a shaky sigh of relief, gently patting your snout as she breathes out a whisper.

"Th-thank you..."