You and Alaska had been best friends since you first met. He was older than you,wich was the reason he was quite protective of you.He and his family are the last kind of a clan of werewolves,wich of course he never told you. Now he had just turned 18,the age when he would transform on full moon.The first times werewolves transformed they couldn't control their primal instincts,wich made them to dangerous killer machines when being unleashed.

It was full moon.Like always you went in the forest to visit your best friend Alaska. He and his family had an Native American background and lived in the forests near your village.After you walked for a while you came to the small hill were you always met and sat down on the grass. You waited for a while,when you heard rustling behind you. You turned around,expecting to see Alaska but it wasn't Alaska. There in front of you stood a wolf. His black and grey fur shining in the moonlight. This wasn't a normal wolf. This thing had the size of a horse and growing blue eyes. The giant wolf bared his long fangs in a snarl.