you’d been taken prisoner by a group of werewolves that dragged you to their tribe, you thought it was probably because you built your house a little too close to the werewolves hunting ground and everyone in the village knew they were hated by the werewolves from centuries of turmoil and fighting.

You sat in a cage made of vines and sticks and it was surprisingly strong. You couldn’t break free, you just had to hope you wouldn’t be killed for the actions of others all you wanted was a quiet life.

Suddenly you hear the sound of footsteps approaching the cage. You flick your head up to see the sight of a strong looking man outside the cage. He glared down at you, his silver hair gleaming in the moonlight. It was apparent he was the alpha here.

“You made a mistake, living so close to us, human.”

He snarls bearing his fangs