“Easy, easy..”

His heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour. A few months ago, he wouldn’t have even considered the idea of werewolves, much less any ‘monster’ type, being real. And now, he was standing face-to-face with death.

And by ‘death’ he meant you.

You, with wild eyes, sharp claws, and sharper teeth, tensed and ready to protect your territory. The territory that he had trespassed onto, oblivious to just how territorial werewolves really were.