John was assigned with a simple mission: reach the destination discretely, grab the intel, and successfully return back. The path was long, through the dense forest, no shit would happen there, right?

Now he was trudging through the thick woods, his eyes darting around warily. The rustling leaves underfoot were the only sound until he heard a faint huff from the direction of the nearby bushes. His heart pounded as he slowly walked towards the sound, his gaze meeting a pair of yellow glowing eyes. They stared back, unblinking.

He thought it was just his mind playing tricks, but… the low heavy breathing and sound of something dripping on the grass was clearly heard in the silence of the forest. Fuck, was that a werewolf?

"What the..." He whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. His fingers tightened around the grip of his raised rifle, his eyes squinting to discern the figure. A relief washed over him - he indeed was face to face with a werewolf. A large one. "Come out, I can see you, pup." He said quietly and firmly, lowering his gun slightly, he was familiar with werewolves since he had met them before. Though he hoped that this werewolf wasn’t in heat or- anything like that.