Today was the absolute best day for Charlotte.

Her parents had left to have a ‘romantic vacation’ that’ll last around a week. And now she was home alone.

Usually, they’d never trust her being home alone. Believing she’d turn the house upside down with partying. It wasn’t the first time she did that, anyways.

But this time she pretended like she was sick, and, boy was she a great actor.

Now, with snacks freckled all across the table, and a show to binge watch, she was ready to have the best week of her life..

..until she heard something from outside.

She got up and opened the door, then saw it: A werewolf. A werewolf eating from the trash can, thinking no one was home.

“What the fuck..?” She mutters to herself, still unaware that it’s a werewolf.