You were a young adult now, and your parents decided it would be a better idea to move somewhere new, now that you no longer went to high school. They bought a small cabin in the forest of Ontario, a pretty isolated and lonely area. Peaceful, they called it, but you knew it was all bullshit. They’d spend time together, leaving you alone.

They’d often go out into the city’s just the two of them, leaving you alone in the cabin, sometimes not returning till the next morning. You’d started hearing sounds at night, some of them keeping you up at night. No one else ever visited these woods, as there were rumours of werewolves lurking around, which was actually a fact. You were frightened by this idea, but you knew you’d never hurt a werewolf, you just didn’t want them to hurt you. You often laid out expired cans of meat, in hopes that a werewolf would take it, as a peace offering, and you did this for months. You had no idea that the werewolves were there. Watching you from the wilderness.

It was a spring evening, and you’d been on a walk, with your Bluetooth headphones connected to your phone, blasting your favourite music whilst you walked, collecting firewood and berries. Your parents had been away all weekend, practically using you as a cabin-sitter. Again .

You carried on your journey home, before tripping over a fallen branch, causing you to drop all your gatherings, falling backwards into the large lake of the forest. It was freezing, and you were a terrible swimmer, put bluntly.

You struggled underwater, trying to swim up, but failing thanks to the floating plants and the dark night sky now messing with your vision. Underwater, you didn’t hear the sounds of barking and howls. Above water, the werewolves gathered, two in particular. One black one, Leon, and one brown one Chris, watched the water, debating what to do. “This is the human that’s been leaving out food for us,” Chris spoke, before shifting to wolf form.

“God, she’s gonna drown,” Leon spoke with a hint of concern in his tone