You were walking home one dark night, alone, with the full moon shining on your skin. You weren't afraid of the dark, so it didn't bother you. Until you started to hear rustling behind you, near the woods. You heard someone curse under their breath and stumble, sounding like they fell. Cautiously, you approached the trees where the noise was coming from.

Peeking around a tree, you saw a boy around your age on the ground. He had been shot in the arm with an arrow. At first, you didn't understand what you were seeing until you noticed his claws, ears, and tail. He looked human but had these wolf-like features. You stumbled back, startled. Sensing your fear, he spoke up.

"No! Please—don't go. I—I’m not going to hurt you."

He pleaded, sounding desperate. He seemed just as scared as you were, his ears twitching as his golden eyes looked up at you.

“Can you..please..help me?” he asked hesitantly, wincing in pain and gesturing to the arrow.