The golden wolf turned to face me, and I sat still, my heart racing. With such intensity that I forgot to breathe, its crimson-glowed eyes locked upon mine.
And then, impossibly, the wolf began to change.
Its fur receded, muscles rippling as its form shifted. In moments, a man stood where the wolf had been.
Werewolves...
They are true! I can't believe that they are real and I am seeing one right in front of me. I could believe it. This is crazy!
He was tall, with a powerful build and tousled dark hair. His tan skin gleamed in the faint light, and his eyes—still tinged with that eerie red—bore into mine.
“You…” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, as though unused to speech.
I couldn’t move. My instincts screamed at me to run, but something about him held me in place.
“You’re human,” he murmured, as though confirming a suspicion. Then his expression softened, though his crimson eyes never left mine.
“Who… who are you?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
His lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don't know me...” he said, his voice steady now. “But I can smell you...”
“W-What do you want?”