This story is not a normal horror story because the monsters are the victims and humans are bad.
It was clear night with the moon at full beam, it shine as bright as flashlight. The forest is empty of all living creatures and all the trees are bare. The wind blew though the trees, it made a faint howl. The only thing in the forest is a house; it looked abandoned because it was run down and a window had been smashed in and the roof was falling apart, states missing and green moss growing up the sides. But the house was not empty because a pack of werewolves live in there. A pack of four: a giant alpha male wolf who is the strongest one, his name is Marrok, his eye are emerald green and a grey coat ; he can howl to call his betas to him, or can roar at his pack members to drive them into submission and protect his pack. His wife is a beta, she is not as strong and a bit smaller than her alpha mate; her name was Otsanda, she has yellow eyes and she has a coat as white as snow expect for one paw which is black as the night sky. They have two cubs; a boy and girl, they are named Cana and Canagan. They all hunt in the forest that surround's their home at night so they can stay hidden from the humans in the nearby village; they hunt small animals like rabbits, squirrels, mice and birds; they also hunt big animals like deer's, hogs and bear.
The house is a half mile away from nearby village which can be found on the outskirts of the deep thick forest. The nearby village has a myth about the old house which is the middle in of the forest. The myth is that it is haunted by spirits so everyone living in the village is brought up that they must stay away from the forest when it's night time. The population in the village is only 200 people because it is in the middle of nowhere and the nearest town is ten miles away people move away to find work. They live in harmony with the werewolves as they don't know that they are there, everyone just thinks that they are a myth. The village is a very small with a few shops that are family owned; a baker's and butchers. The werewolves family run the butchers shop during the day; they selling animals they have hunted during night, no one is aware of the secret life they lead when night falls and they make their dramatic change from human to werewolf. The butchers shop has a secret tunnel under the floor in the back room to get their home and to the shop, they use this tunnel to transport the meat without suspicion from the villagers.
A hiker got lost in the forest during daytime hours, clouds had started to form and it's started to rain, he heard thunder in the distance. He found the house and went inside to get out the rain but unaware that it had habitants the werewolves, he thought he would shelter inside. It was starting to get dark so he stayed the night. He got his sleeping bag out of his backpack. He climbed into his sleeping bag where he soon fell into deep sleep. He was woken up and shocked to hear footsteps coming from the basement, he quickly roll up his sleeping bag and stuffed it back in his backpack. He creeped toward the door to get out the house but the floor boards squeaked noisily, just then one floor board cracked and he fell though, trapping by his leg, trying to stifle his painful cry's, he tries pull free. The werewolves hears the something and raced to the door to find about what made all the noise. The found it was the man with a huge backpack, one of his legs stuck fast in the floorboards. The alpha male tells his family to stay downstairs; while he goes to help the man get free, the man hears footsteps coming up behind him. He turns around; he see a giant beast walking up towards him, he let out a blood-curing scream.
He was afraid at the beast came closer and closer, he thought he was going to die here in this old house where no one would find him. The beast came within inches of the terrified backpacker he could feel the warm of the his breath on his face surely now his death was near. Then with gentle movement the werewolf grabbed the backpacker pulling his leg free.
He growled at the man to scare him away from the house. The man ran though the forest just as the sun rose in the sky; he noticed the village he ran for it as fast as leg can carry him. The people in the village asked him where he come from, he told them that he has been to the old house in the forest, they were shocked to hear his tale, could the myth be true?, was there werewolf living so close to them?, how had they not seen signs?, could the story be possible after all. The villagers had find out for themselves, if it was true they must kill every last one of the beasts, they had to destroyed.
The villagers waited until night fall, they spilt in to small group armed with whistle and guns, and they searched the forest for old house to find the werewolf. They found more than they bargained for, they found four werewolves. One of the villager blew a whistle to alert the others they had found the werewolves but it also alerted the werewolves that they were there. The alpha was shot with many tranquilizer dart, the alpha crashed onto a pile of leaves hidden from view when he come to from his inflicted sleep, he searched for his wife, he found her laying from on the ground in a pool of her blood, she was dead, killed by hands of his human friends from the village and his cubs were missing all alone in the cruel world. He let out a giant howl to morn his wife's death. Putting his grief to one side, he knew now was not the time for grief, he had to find his cubs. Searching though the night until daybreak, he combed the woods as the sun began to rise, he entered the edge of the village where he came upon two small children shot dead, his children now in their human forms, he bury them alongside their mother's body in secret part of the forest before any villagers saw who the werewolves were in their human forms, by early morning when the villagers were back in the village and the other were awake from their peaceful sleep, all they found was boarded up butchers shop, the wondered where their friends had gone to.
On a country road about eight miles away, a lone man was walking towards the town, who was this stranger?, crying as he walked away from the village, he once called home and who was he looking for?, only his grief and his hope that one day, he would find other, who were the same as himself would keep this lonely traveler going, walking away from his friends and now his dead family.
He was all alone in this cruel world.
