A werewolf boy

terday. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the l

our new home, a small, rustic house

nded a change of environment to help her recover. My father, ever the devoted husband

city behind. At 17, I was at an age where my social life was every

with the sounds of nature, a cacophony of birdsong and rustling leaves that was both beaut

on my shoulder. "It'll be okay, Sun-i," she said, sm

oked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, I couldn't sha

small, with only three bedrooms and a living room that seemed to double as a k

almost feral smell lingering in the air. I wrinkled my

Ah!....that's just the smell of the countrysid

o notice that the smell seemed to be coming from outside. I walked over

emed to be staring right through me. He was standing in the woods, just beyond the

and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Who was this

k. He just kept staring at me with an unnerving intensity. I felt

e away from his and stepped back from the window.

what was he doing ou

spooked because we were in a new place. But as I went back to helping

ut of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be lurkin

l like I was l

his box?" my mother called out

push the strange encounter wit

feeling that my life was about to ch

ore and more often, hoping to catch another glimpse of the m

nto our new home, but my mind kept wandering back to the

around the property to get a feel for our new surroundings

d us, casting long, ominous shadows on the groun

tracks. "Look," he whispered, poi

an old, dilapidated shack. It looked

ce?" I asked, my

be the old caretaker's cottage. I've heard rumors that

pine. There was something abo

glimpse of something moving out of the corner of

my mother asked, noti

" I replied, trying to shak

nce. "Let's get back to the house,"

we were being watched. I kept looking over my shoul

nowhere t

the boy's presence. But the only sounds I could hear were the usual nocturnal noises

rill of fear mixed with excitement. Who wa

ake the feeling that my life was about t

restless and anxious. I couldn't sha

already up and about. My mother was busy making breakfast in the kitc

my mother said, smili

ing a bit grumpy

yes narrowing slightly. "You seem a bit...

spond. I didn't want to worry my

the feeling that

g a smile. "Just a bit...adjusting

y didn't push the issue. Instead, they changed t

thing seemed so...normal, so mundane. But beneath the surface, I sensed a simmering ten

t a sudden jolt of electricity. It was as if someone had t

xed with excitement. What was going on?