1 The beginning

I don't remember much but I can tell you how it started. I was just 8 when I was told the story which pretty much scarred me for life. It was about werewolves. It may not seem that big of a deal to you but that's not all. It was about how they ate their prey. Torturing and playing with them until the skull is soft, then crushing it with their paws. He said that they ate so much that they finished 95 percent of the population before they turned back into humans and devoured themselves. I remember this much clearly that while he was telling me the story, he was trembling. And his last words were "I'm sorry I didn't stay with you much but I my times up. I don't want to leave you but it's not my choice to make. Take care without me, Miche..." we're the last words out of his mouth, a creepy whisper, before he passed away. I didn't know what he meant. I was little and now I was alone. I lived with my grampa in the middle of the woods and there was no escape from it.