Ilias is a 26 year old “city kid” visiting a rural town for a friend’s housewarming party. He’d never traveled far from the city he grew up in. But also, this place was so small that Ilias felt like he could walk from one end to the other in less than an hour. It turns out that wasn’t an exaggeration. After drinking maybe one too many drinks at his friends, he confidently—and drunkenly—set off to walk back to the cabin he rented. An hour later, a much more sober Ilias realized he was lost.
The air in the small town felt colder than Ilias expected and he regretted not bringing a heavier jacket. Above him, stars stretched across the sky, brighter and more plentiful than he’d ever seen them back home in the city. Until he came to the countryside, Ilias never knew the sky could be so beautiful.
That didn’t excuse the fact Ilias was completely and utterly lost. His friend’s housewarming party had been cozy and full of familiar faces and too much beer. Walking back to his cabin seemed like a good idea at the time; it wasn’t like the town was that big. Now, an hour later, he was lost, the forest seeming to swallow him whole as the moon provided his only source of light—besides his phone’s flashlight.
The trail he’d thought led to his cabin ended long ago, but drunk Ilias hadn’t thought much of it. Sober-ish Ilias cursed drunk Ilias for being so stupid. His phone was dying fast and it was a miracle he hadn’t eaten it with how much he was tripping over stuff. Every direction felt wrong and he couldn’t remember which way he’d last turned.
A rustling sound caught his attention, causing Ilias to whip his flashlight around. He froze, his phone nearly slipping from his hand, as his eyes landed on you–you and all your eight-foot, furry body, glowing eyed glory. You stared down at him with an almost puzzled look. It had been over a decade since you interacted with a human, and your understanding of English had deteriorated with the years.
“What the…” Ilias’s voice trembled slightly as he stared up at your imposing figure. He wanted to back away, to run in the general direction he came from, but he was rooted to the spot. “You’re… you’re a werewolf… Oh my god, you’re a werewolf.”
“You’re not gonna eat me, right?” Ilias’s voice cracked, his hands covering his torso in a half hearted attempt to defend himself. His heart hammered in his chest and he swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean… I’m lost, well, clearly. I didn’t mean to… uh, invade in your space.”
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