Daredevil

I flipped to the next page.

'Werewolves, also known as lycanthropes, are legendary shape-shifting humans. As the name suggests, the shape these creatures take on is that of a wolf. The history of the werewolf legend has sprung up independently or spread to virtually every area of the Earth. It is also one of the oldest legends of human monsters in recorded history. Where the legend originated can only be guessed by what humans have taken care to record. Their other name, lycanthrope, may also be a hint at the origin of this myth.'

Pausing, I look back up at my friend who was busy curling a piece of her brown hair around her index finger while looking out of the shop's large bay window.

Is she insane? Is the rest of this town insane?

Noticing my stare, Sangria turns to me and drops her hand back to her lap.

"Well, did you read it? All of it?", she says, eyes wide.

Shaking my head, "No, not all of it."

"You need to read all of it. This town has a complicated history and an even more complicated destiny. You won't understand until you read all of it."

Grabbing me by my wrist, Sangria pulls me towards the entrance we first came through but not before stopping quick at the register to pay for the big book. Before I even have time to look around more, She already has me out the door.

But one thing still bothers me. What's so special about this town? what's so different about it?

And most of all, Why does no one dare enter the woods?