It was almost a year since John took Mathew and left the bible thumping town he once called home when he first saw the creature that had been following them since they had gone into the northern woods. One of the largest wolves John had ever seen, stood not even twenty feet in front of him. It was much larger than the biggest bears he's seen, and living in a cave the past few months he's encountered a few.
John stood his ground and he slowly reached for his knife he then charged screaming loudly. He stopped charging when he saw that the wolf wasn't a normal one. Now standing within spitting distance of the beast, did he realize the size comparison, it stood almost as tall as him at its shoulder. But this didn’t deter John, he slowly got in a better fighting stance as he bared his teeth, and started growling at it.
Only seconds had passed since he first saw the beast, and only now did he notice the wolf was not in a position of battle, it just stood there, curiously looking at him with her big green eyes, “All the better to see you with,” he thought with a smile. He was lost in those eyes, it took him a moment to see that they were not animal eyes, they looked… human, this was no ordinary creature. He thought of his uncles stories of werewolves. "You have beautiful eyes," John whispered, "My name is John," and with that the wolf snorted, turned, and ran, disappearing very quickly for such a large creature into the lite fog.
