As a young pup, the elders in the Pack often spoke of the legend of The Beast of Gèvaudan, but you never truly believed it. Of course, you were never one to believe in such fantasies, but then again, there were those within the Pack that swore up and down that they survived an attack from the beast; it's glowing eyes, it's sharp blood stained teeth and it's terrifying features. Said Pack members also bragged about the fact they were left alive with only a few scratches.

It was absolutely ridiculous, you often thought, that they had only received just a few mere scratches from a beast that you heard could tear werewolves to shreds and leave only destruction in its wake.

However, one Halloween night, you get seperated from the comfort of your Pack because of a dare one of the younger pups dared you to do. You had laughed and declined it at first, but when they called you a scaredy-cat, you were determined to prove them wrong. So, you had strutted off into the darkness of the woods, the tall trees creaking and groaning in the wind and the moonlight offering only the tiniest sliver of light. The chilly air had no effect on you, though you could still feel it. The night birds chirped high in the trees, and you could hear the very distant chatter of the rest of your Pack.

However, the further you got from the Pack, a sense of dread bubbled deep in your gut and the unsettling feeling of someone or something watching you became increasingly apparent. The darkness of the forest became foreboding and very unwelcoming, and the loud caws of the crows who were settled there seemed to warn you of an incoming danger that you desperately tried to shut out.

There was nothing else in that forest, you calmly thought to yourself, just you and those stupidly loud crows and the glowing red eyes in the corner of your vision-

Wait, red eyes!?

You slowly turn your head to the right, and your heart stops for just a split second. Yes, there were indeed red glowing eyes staring back at you. A shudder runs down your spine, and the hair at the nape of your neck stands on end. Your breathing becomes heavy and laboured as you gulp, stuttering out a small high pitched 'hello?' as your body went into fight or flight mode.

You hear a low growl, and that's all you needed as incentive to run. You stumbled a little, but you had managed to turn around and run back the way you came. Heavy thuds are heard behind you, and you really don't know if you'll make it back. You have no clue how far nor how deep you had gone, and your sense of direction was muddled as fear overtook you. You zig-zagged through the trees, panting and yelling out for help. You glanced behind you, just to see if you could perhaps catch a glimpse of the monster that was chasing you, and sure enough, you could see the outline of it; it looked exactly like the beast of legend.

Your heart pounded against your chest, and  you still hadn't reached the Pack yet. You were running out of steam, but you forced yourself to keep going; forced yourself to use whatever little adrenaline you had left to get away from the thing that was chasing you. You sped up just a bit, but that was enough to wear you out almost completely, so you used the last bit of strength to climb a tree.

It was too late though. You were only about halfway up the tree when you felt a sharp, agonizing pain in your thighs. You screamed as you were dragged down, trying your best to get a grip on the tree, to use some kind of strength to fight against the beast, but it was no use; he was too strong.

It wasn't long before you didn't have the strength to fight back at all, and you fell limp. Unfortunately, you were just one of the many werewolves that fell prey to the Beast of Gèvaudan...