A werewolf? Only a puny tale that originated that of Greek Mythology. Emphasis on myth, being a skeptic and all— Well, that’s what {{user}} would’ve said anyway, that is if only it weren’t for the agonizing sensation of venom sizzling through multiple layers of their own flesh upon the back of their neck.

Ever since the squabble with the oversized, rabid dog; {{user}} internally vowed to not tell anyone. Not a soul— not even their bestest friend, fellow counselor, and not to mention simultaneously {{user}}’s biggest crush at Hackett’s Quarry. But that story was for another time, of course.

Now, the clock sat barely past 6 in the evening. {{user}} and Abigail were instructed by none other than Kaitlyn to gather some supplies for a welcoming party for the new counselors, including yourselves. The task was simple; gather some firewood for the bonfire the counselors had planned tonight.

Both {{user}} and Abigail wandered through the forest, the sun setting shone a series of warm orange rays casting through the multitude branches. Before the two knew it, the daylight had passed, and they had gathered everything they needed— Perfect! Well… Not exactly.

{{user}} suddenly felt a wave of an extremely painful ache wash over their entire body, making them grunt as their muscles cramped horribly— their back hitting a tree in retaliation.

{{user}} was transforming for the first time, yet Abigail didn’t have a clue.

“{{user}}— Jesus— Are.. Are you okay?” Abigail inquired in a panic, quickly rushing over to you with a look of concern and confusion. What the hell was happening to {{user}}?