A werewolf boy

I still remember the day we moved to the countryside like it was yesterday. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the lush green fields and dense forests that seemed to stretch on forever.

My family and I had just arrived at our new home, a small, rustic house on the outskirts of a rural village.

My mother had been struggling with her health for a while, and the doctor had recommended a change of environment to help her recover. My father, ever the devoted husband, had promptly quit his job in the city and decided to move us all to the countryside.

I was less than thrilled about leaving my friends and life in the city behind. At 17, I was at an age where my social life was everything, and the thought of starting over in a new place was daunting.

As we stepped out of the car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The air was thick with the sounds of nature, a cacophony of birdsong and rustling leaves that was both beautiful and unnerving. I felt like an outsider, a city girl dropped into the middle of nowhere.

My mother, sensing my unease, put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "It'll be okay, Sun-i," she said, smiling weakly. "We'll make a new life here, together."

I nodded, trying to muster up some enthusiasm. But as I looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was all going to be a big mistake.

As we began to unpack, I took a moment to explore our new home. The house was small, with only three bedrooms and a living room that seemed to double as a kitchen. But despite its modest size, the house had a cozy, welcoming feel to it.

As I wandered through the rooms, I noticed a strange, almost feral smell lingering in the air. I wrinkled my nose in distaste, wondering what could be causing it.

My father, noticing my expression, chuckled. "Ah!....that's just the smell of the countryside," he said, winking. "You'll get used to it."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. But as I continued to explore, I began to notice that the smell seemed to be coming from outside. I walked over to the window and pushed it open, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

That's when I saw him......a boy, tall and lean, with piercing yellow eyes that seemed to be staring right through me. He was standing in the woods, just beyond the edge of our property, and he seemed to be watching me with an unnerving intensity.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. Who was this boy, and what was he doing out there in the woods?

As I stood there, frozen in surprise, the boy didn't move or blink. He just kept staring at me with an unnerving intensity. I felt like he could see right through me, like he knew all my secrets.

My heart racing, I finally managed to tear my gaze away from his and stepped back from the window. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

Who was that boy? And what was he doing out there in the woods?

I tried to shake off the feeling of unease, telling myself I was just spooked because we were in a new place. But as I went back to helping my family unpack, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

As the day wore on, I caught glimpses of the boy out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be lurking just out of sight, always lurking in the shadows.

I began to feel like I was losing my mind.

"Sun-i, can you help me with this box?" my mother called out, breaking me from my thoughts.

I turned to help her, trying to push the strange encounter with the boy to the back of my mind.

But as I worked, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't even imagine.

As the day wore on, I found myself glancing out the window more and more often, hoping to catch another glimpse of the mysterious boy. But he seemed to have vanished into thin air.

I tried to focus on helping my family unpack and settle into our new home, but my mind kept wandering back to the boy. Who was he? What was he doing out there in the woods?

As the sun began to set, my father suggested we take a walk around the property to get a feel for our new surroundings. I agreed, hoping to maybe catch another glimpse of the boy.

As we walked, the trees seemed to close in around us, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. I shivered, despite the warmth of the evening.

Suddenly, my father stopped in his tracks. "Look," he whispered, pointing to a small clearing up ahead.

In the center of the clearing stood an old, dilapidated shack. It looked like it had been abandoned for years.

"What is that place?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"I'm not sure," my father replied. "But I think it might be the old caretaker's cottage. I've heard rumors that the previous owner of this property used to live there."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something about the shack that seemed...off.

As we turned to head back to the house, I caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my eye. I spun around, but there was no one there.

"Sun-i, what's wrong?" my mother asked, noticing my sudden tension.

"I thought I saw something," I replied, trying to shake off the feeling of unease.

My parents exchanged a concerned glance. "Let's get back to the house," my father said. "It's getting late."

As we walked back, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see the boy lurking in the shadows.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

That night, I lay in bed, my ears straining to pick up any sound that might indicate the boy's presence. But the only sounds I could hear were the usual nocturnal noises of the countryside – crickets chirping, owls hooting, and the distant howl of a wolf.

I shivered at the last sound, feeling a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. Who was the boy, and what secrets was he hiding?

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't even imagine.

The next morning, I woke up feeling restless and anxious. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As I got dressed and headed downstairs, I noticed that my parents were already up and about. My mother was busy making breakfast in the kitchen, while my father was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Good morning, Sun-i," my mother said, smiling. "How did you sleep?"

I shrugged, feeling a bit grumpy. "Okay, I guess."

My father looked up from his coffee, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You seem a bit...distracted," he said. "Is everything okay?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I didn't want to worry my parents, but at the same time,

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"I'm fine," I said finally, forcing a smile. "Just a bit...adjusting to the new surroundings, I guess."

My parents exchanged a concerned glance, but they didn't push the issue. Instead, they changed the subject, asking me about my plans for the day.

As we ate breakfast, I couldn't help but feel like I was living in a dream world. Everything seemed so...normal, so mundane. But beneath the surface, I sensed a simmering tension, a feeling that something was waiting just beneath the surface, waiting to pounce.

As I finished my breakfast and pushed my chair back, I felt a sudden jolt of electricity. It was as if someone had touched me, but when I looked around, there was no one there.

I shivered, feeling a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. What was going on? And who....or what.... was behind it?.