Third person pov

Long time ago, in a small town of Palmade, California a boy lived with his family.
Back then this town was a village which had just begun to grow. The people in the village were not many so they treated each other like family.

The main occupation in this little village was herding. And that to mainly of sheep. But the area where there was grass for grazing, there was also a forest filled with dangerous predatory animals so it was quite dangerous.
That was one of the reasons to the sparse population of the little village.
The other reason was there were many myths and legends related to the area of extremely dangerous 'things' that lived in the forest.

It was said that every moon cycle a creature of sorts will come and hunt whatever it finds which is pretty much anything.

The villagers paid little to no attention to this and were not bothered about it one bit. At least it was shone that way to the community of people.

The leaders of the village had of course vetted the forest and the surrounding areas but they didn't find anything. Coincidentally every time they stepped a villager stepped out they were usually in groups.

So when nothing happened they gave up hunting or as some people there called it pursuing the creature. But other people saw it unsafe and didn't come to the village.

One day, when the boy had been annoying his parents because he had nothing to do, they decided to give him the guard duty of the sheep. They told him quite clearly that this was not something to joke about, and was to be taken seriously.

The next day, the villagers who knew how careless the boy was told him something quite similar.
They also told him that of he felt that some predatory animal was coming the sheep's way scream the word 'WOLF' and he would have immediate assistance.

The boy didn't care much about the instructions that were given to him but found the calling of WOLF very fascinating.
So from that day forth he started guarding the sheep. It was stimulating in the beginning because the fields were quite enthralling to look at. But after a week or so it began to bore and tire the boy.

All he did was take the sheep to the field, stay there for a couple of hours in the hot sun and then escort them back.
One day he got bored and decided to cause some mischief so he called out WOLF very loudly and nearly the entire village bar the senior citizens and children came running with different weapons.
Once they reached there, they didn't see any danger or threat around and looked rather puzzled. One of the men asked
"What happened. Where is the animal."
"There is no danger. I was bored and decided to have some fun." At that statement every single person looked murderous. If looks could kill, he would have been six feet under.

After that they all left grumbling about wasting their time. It was clear they did not like the boy's behaviour but could not do anything since his parents were the leaders of the village.
Over the next 3 weeks this happened multiple times and after a week or so most people didn't bother going.

There was this one interesting day. THE FULL MOON. The boy hadn't heard of the myths. That particular day he wandered off a bit too far and the moon had risen.

That's when he heard a howl. Not a howl of animals he knew and most certainly not the wolf. It sounded quite loud and he tried screaming WOLF but the villagers didn't care anymore.
He wondered off trying to find the sound of the howl. He knew he should have run back home but he couldn't. It was a different sound and it was quite... captivating.
He followed it until he saw it and he had stifle a gasp. There was someone over the edge of the clearing.
It took him a moment until he realized why it looked familiar. It was his father. He couldn't understand why on earth his father was here.

That's when he heard another howl and with a jolt he realized his father had howled.
He didn't understand anything and his confusion only got worse when he saw his father had started crouching. He then heard a series of creaks and saw it was his father who the noise was coming from.
Two minutes later there was a wolf with grey fur and silver eyes where his father had stood.
He couldn't for the love of god believe what he was seeing. It was impossible. Werewolves didn't exist.
They possibly couldn't. When he couldn't hold back his gasp any longer he removed his hand from his mouth. That was his mistake. And probably the last mistake he would ever commit.
The wolf looked once more and pounced. Five seconds later there were rags of a boy and a dead body of the said boy and the wolf with a wild look in his eyes ran through the night. But what the wolf didn't know was that he had killed his own son.

The next day people started searching for the boy as he had not returned. The father had no idea that he had killed his son and was quite anxious. He knew he had killed someone because when he turned to human he had blood all over him.
After hours of searching one of the villagers found him in the forest and took him in his arms.
When they informed his parents about their son's death, his mother was so devastated she killed herself in her misery.
The father was in a condition worse than his wife because he understood the reason behind his son's tragic demise and was more than 'just' devastated.
His son was dead and his wife had killed herself and all because he was a werewolf. All because he had greedily accepted a gift from an old man in the forest.
He left the village and tried ending his life several times, except he discovered he was immortal. That was his punishment. He remembered the man had told him something. All gifts come with a curse.

He was suffering because he had been greedy. And he would suffer for eternity.