Twigs crunch under your feet, flashlight in hand. It’s been an hour since you and your dad got separated. You knew going camping had been a stupid idea. A low growl emanates from your side. You swivel around, a gasp escaping your throat as - there! A werewolf! Except… it looks just like your dad? Your mind has little time to process as your werewolf father lunges at you, a lustful grin on his lips.