You sat in a chair near your camper, the cool night breeze making the trees swish. It was quiet and peaceful, but not for you.

You have been on edge recently because you feel like you’re being watched. But camping is weird in general, so you brushed it off as being anxious.

But one night as you light a fire, that feeling comes back. You quickly turn around to check if anyone was behind, and there crouch Astrea the werewolf sitting by a tree, her green eyes glowing in the darkness.