28th October, 1939

Outskirts of Ashland, Maine, USA

Evelyn stood on the rough sawn timber porch, staring at the solid wood door. She never felt anything but excitement at a full moon, as she waited for the rowdy men inside to answer her knock. She didn't know the five men inside except by sight, they traveled each day to work together and sometimes to the tavern. It was only by chance that tonight they were all together, having gathered to play cards and drink the evening away. A small detail she had overheard while clearing glasses, yet a detail she fully intended to use to her advantage. The door swung open on oiled hinges, as a tall bearded man answered the door.

"May I come in for a moment?" Evelyn cooed, putting on all her feminine charm while trying to contain the animal that was already beginning to rage inside her.

"Of course, come in you must be freezing." The bearded lumberjack stated stepping back to let her pass.

She drew all eyes as she entered, removing her fur coat exposing her cleavage revealing dress.

"Your the new girl from the bar." Smiled Warren who owned the cabin and the truck they commuted in daily.

"What's this Warren? You invite her to put us off our game?" Claude protested only half in jest without taking his eyes from the woman in the green dress.

"It wasn't me." Rebutted Warren. "Ask the lady herself."

"Well Miss?" Questioned Béla, the large man who had opened the door to let her in.

Evelyn flashed each man in the room a look, at the same time reaching for the belt around her waist. The fire place .was well stoked, sending flickering light around the raw timber walls. Each man holding their breath waiting with anticipation for the promise of a glimpse of something more. But before she had the strap undone the curse attacked her, wracking her body with pain, causing her to shriek and claw at her face. As she doubled over hair began to creep across her features, forming before their very eyes as it covered her feminine shoulders. Béla came to her aid, moving to grab her but too late he realized his error, as she slashed across his stomach with clawed fingers. He stumbled back blood soaking his torn shirt as he tried to keep his intestines from slipping between the slits. The men were on their feet in an instant, as the woman they desired turned monster, leaped onto the table with arms outstretched. Claude caught a swipe to the face as he stood last, the blow gouging deep lines across his face with enough force to cut the bone. His head making a sickening crack as he fell backwards onto the hearth. Warren moved towards the rife he kept in the corner, but she met him there with a leap, sending the gun flying and exchanging blows until he was a bloody mess. The two remaining men stood unsure if they should run or fight the smaller of the two charging in with a knife taken from the table while the other turned heel to the door. With one swipe Evelyn sent the charging man screaming across the room, bones cracked and blood flowing. With a flying leap she landed upon the fleeing man, claws sinking into his back and teeth sunk deep in his neck. Swinging around wildly, the room behind her was now ablaze. A log having rolled away from the hearth and set Claude's clothes alight, adding smoke with the smell of burning flesh to the room. Now it was her turn to feel an uncontrollable fear rise in her, as the wolf inside panicked at the sight of the raging flames. The front door burst open to the sight of a man she had never seen before, bald with thick glasses, wearing a tan suit and wielding a revolver. He screamed something at her before taking aim, but he was too slow as she burst through the window and into the night. Behind her she heard the crack of the pistol as he stood in the window peering out into the dark. It was too late, she was home free into the wilderness, leaping and diving over fallen trees with nothing but the forest floor beneath her feet.