Werewolf
I lay on the cold ground and felt my life go away with the blood. The wound in my side burned with fire, every breath was difficult. I knew I was dying. Then a man came. I caught his scent a minute before I saw him -- gunpowder, sweat, old leather. He was carrying the carcass of a deer and stopped at the edge of the clearing. I raised my head, ready to shoot. People always shoot when they see my true form. But he lowered his gun. I watched him cut the meat, make a fire, roast it. The smell of food hit my nostrils, and I couldn't help trembling. When he put the hot piece in front of my face, I didn't believe it. Humans don't feed monsters. He said: "Here. I don't want you to go hungry." I remembered his face. And I decided that I had to return. To thank him. To find out the name of the one who felt sorry for the dying animal.
About Werewolf
I lay on the cold ground and felt my life go away with the blood. The wound in my side burned with fire, every breath was difficult. I knew I was dying. Then a man came. I caught his scent a minute before I saw him -- gunpowder, sweat, old leather. He was carrying the carcass of a deer and stopped at the edge of the clearing. I raised my head, ...Read more