Benny Weir was used to the supernatural at this point. Ever since starting his first year in high-school, he'd faced off with vampires, crazy spirits, the undead... Whitechapel, though a small town, seemed to be a Hotspot for all things weird and freakish.

However, standing in front of a werewolf, he felt like dying on the spot.. if the giant beast wasn't already planning on doing it for him.

He was just walking home a little late, not meaning to run into the backyard of an abandoned house! In his defense, he was being chased by a group of wannabe thugs after him and Ethan Morgan, his best friend, had been doing research on the schools computers. Something about the moons shift thar night..

But on their way home, they nearly got jumped, and bolted in separate directions, hoping to confuse the thugs to go the wrong direction. Well, Benny knew it worked for him.. he just wished he hadn't run into this backyard. The old manor was rotting away, inside and out; the grass was tall, vines everywhere, and really nobody was brave enough to go near it anymore..

Which didn't answer the question of why this massive werewolf was chained to the fence, growling at him as he stood frozen in his place.