The day was a cold winter day. It was unusually cold. Something was stirring, I did not know what but I would not let it get a hold of my mind. I was walking across the town square, which must only be twenty feet in diameter. The sacrifice stool stood solitary in the middle of the square. The elected family is tying up a plump pig to the stool. Our town in affected by one problem. There is a werewolf who orders us to sacrifice our best livestock to him every full moon, or he shall kill someone in the town. He could be your wife, your sister, or your neighbor. He could be anyone. The question is, who is he?

I arrived at work in the woods around mid-day. My father raised a stern eyebrow at me.

"Where have you been?" he asked me. I was supposed to be there two hours earlier. The truth is I had been with Valerie. I had snuck of to be with her. We had escaped to the stables and laid down on the soft beds of hay. We had been talking about leaving this place, going somewhere together and leaving this all behind us. She pulled me towards her and pulled me into a kiss. It was life changing. Our tongues met passionately. I can not begin to explain. I love this girl so much. Valerie has been arranged to marry another man, a man who can provide money and shelter. His name is Henry Lahar. He lacks in one thing, he cannot provide love or happiness to Valerie. Without those two things money and shelter are nothing, Valerie will have nothing.

"Papa, don't worry. I was only lost in the woods"

"Don't be stupid, you have walked these woods since you were a baby, now get to work, these trees wont cut themselves." he replied rather calmly for his exterior.

I picked up an axe and started chopping away at a tree. Our town is trying to build a witch-dunker. This contraption is rather, explicit. The town priest has sensed a witch in our midst. He ordered a witch dunker to be built by tomorrow evening.

The time passed. I straightened my back.

"Don't worry there Peter, the tree will be there later" a man yelled from across the clearing.

I turned around to grab the axe I had stuck into a stump but it was not there. I walked forward a few steps. The snow crunched under the heavy weight my feet. My leather belt creaked as I took slow small steps. Everyone had gone back to the town. My horse still sat tied up to the pine tree. All of a sudden there was a blur of blue fabric. A nice purple-blue color. Periwinkle. A cloak flashed by.

"Valerie, be careful with the axe" I said into the silent forest. Valerie jumped out from behind a tree.

"Make me"

I ran at her, she giggled and began to run. I caught up with her. She fell over and landed on her back. She looked up at me and smiled. I laid down on top of her.

"are you scared" I said as she pulled me closer.

"not one bit" she said whispering against my skin. Just as I leaned in for the kiss she looked away. Valerie stood up fast.

"race you back" We hadn't even taken ten fast steps when a horn sounded. "The wolf, it's killed again" she said sadly but a bit of worry in her ton. Her sister had not come home all day and was nowhere in the village.

"Valerie, remember I am the wolf" I said sounding a bit confused. Last time we had a wolf, Valerie thought it was me. It turned out to be her had. It was a blood moon so if you get bitten then you become a werewolf. We were fighting him when I got bitten on the arm. I fled and told Valerie I would be back and now just the day before, I had returned.

"No Peter, we have another wolf, not one that is peaceful such as yourself, but one that kills." She said sadly. "Peter you have been gone for a year, things have changed."

"We'd better get back then"

We hopped onto my horse. He is a nice sleek stallion. He runs so smoothly. His white mane bobbed as we galloped back to the town.

We arrived at the town fifteen minutes later. Valerie jumped down and ran towards the crowd.

"WHO WAS IT?" she shrieked. I had never seen her get like this. Murmers hit the crowd. She heard Oh here comes the poor woman's daughter.

Valerie ran into the center and there lied the body of a woman. Her features once complex and beautiful, now scratched and scarred. Blood trickled around the dirty where she laid motionless.