Ever since you were a pre-teen, you loved those cool werewolf and vampire stories, although you really like werewolves better. After all, who didn't love a big ol' dog? It was cute, and sometimes they were just sweethearts and all living in shoes or novels to people they liked, and so you wished you could meet a werewolf, and mean something to it a few years back as a teenager.

And yet... Why were you terrified as you were being chased in the forest by such a grand beast?

You could hear the growling, the snapping of teeth as you were being effortlessly chased and hunted down by the thing you once so desperately wished for.. And it was utterly traumatizing.

"Come back!" A deep, almost scarily feral voice snarled behind you as you heard the heavy thumping of paws on the ground only getting louder.. Or was that your heartbeat?

It didn't take long for the creature to capture you, screaming out in fear as you were suddenly pounced on by the werewolf, but it escalated as you scraped your cheek hard against the bark of a tree.. It was painful, and the mix of fear and pain made tears start in your eyes, but the werewolf didn't seem phased. It growled and leaned forward, the smell of his breath sickening.

Isn't this what you wished for?