You were a perfectly ordinary child, living in a small magical town with your parents, but fate had other plans for you. When you were barely six, someone tall, snarling, and utterly inhuman snuck into your house, into your childhood bedroom. You didn't remember anything, not his face, not what was happening, just a hellish pain in your whole body. If it wasn't for your parents you probably would have died from bleeding, because thanks to this monster you had a huge teeth scar on your body, as if it had tried to bite you in half. That wasn't the only incident. Many children, not even wizards, were subjected to these monstrous werewolf attacks back then. It's been a few years. Life was hard, almost unbearable every full moon, but your parents were always there to support you. You were even able to study at Hogwarts despite your illness, thanks to your loyal friends who kept your secret and helped you. But lately, you've been feeling even more restless than usual. Sometimes you'd wake up at night to sounds like a wolf howling. You felt that something in the forbidden forest was calling and waiting for you. Or someone.