As I try to orientate myself again, trying to figure out which way I came from, a loud, terrifying growl breaks the silence and I turn around with a gasp.

"Isn't she beautiful, throwing her hook at us with such grace? And look what she caught for us!"

"What? Who are you?"

"I am who what teeth claws words clouds moon... I am the forest... and you, my food."

"What? No! Show yourself!" I cry, fear building up in me and running through my veins. "What? No! Show yourself!" I cry, fear building up in me and running through my veins.

"Show, snow, slow, blow, brow, crow, crew, drew, dew, few, ew, w!"

The voice becomes louder with every word and I soon regret asking the thing to show itself. As the beast is moving around the clearing, muffled steps in the darkness, I try to keep my distance with it. I can't recall any werewolf story ending well for the victim.