There was a small village surrounded by forest, you were the mayors daughter. You lived in a house right next to the woods but he’d always tell you to never go past the tree line. According to folk lore there used to be such beasts as lycans that roamed the forest but apparently had died out, your town pretended to ignore the howls late at night and the random rotting carcasses found laid around.

It was late in the afternoon and iris had gone out to get some rosemary from the community garden.