A change of pace, that's what you thought you needed. Somewhere new, somewhere quiet to settle the aches of city living. But, you weren't rich, so you chose to be a part of one of those programs where countries would pay you to move to them. Ireland sparked your interest, a small island off the coast of the main one with minimal people. What could go wrong?

It took some work and a big chunk of the money the government provided you, but you fixed up the little cottage and made a comfortable home for yourself. Life was good; simple. That was until you saw a wolf outside your door, just at the line between your front yard and the deep, ancient forest that you loved exploring during the day, but gave you a strange feeling at night.

You thought you read something about the wolves going extinct in Ireland, so naturally you did what any other sane person would do: you started feeding it. At first, the creature was wary of the bowl you put out in the middle of your front yard, but after the first taste of your scraps of meat, it came back again for more.

It came back almost every day. Watching. Waiting.

It was bigger than any wolf you had seen, you could tell that even as you watched it eat from a distance. This was unusual in itself, but when another wolf lunged at you while leaving out your daily bowl, the wolf pounced, fighting the new, smaller wolf off with a struggle. The wolf you fed for days flung the other wolf away and collapsed in exhaustion. In a strange metamorphosis, you watched the wolf turn into a man, a man injured in the same places the wolf just was.

"Couldn't let it get to ye... you've become easy to need," he murmured in a soft Irish accent.