For four days, Cody ran without stopping. He ran as far as his four legs could carry him across a distance of just over one thousand six hundred and seventy seven miles in which he ended up somewhere in Kansas. He found a thicket of pine trees and a nice spot of flat ground to lay upon. Cody rested his weary wolf body against the soft, green grass. He laid down in silence and watched the sun roll down from the blue sky and disappear beyond the horizon. He took a nice nap from the time that the sun had set until he woke up at the crack of nightfall. When he woke up in the darkness, Cody searched around feverishly for someone to feast on with his yellow and green eyes. He got up and walked out of the safety of the pine trees. Cody prowled around on the flat ground and looked around for a nearby human being.

After twenty minutes of searching, he stumbled upon a farm. He saw an elderly man bringing in some tools back into the house. Cody snuck up close to him and hid in the shadows of the corn stalks. The man came back out and was checking that everything was in order before he turned in to call it a night. Cody slipped out of the mass of corn stalks and snuck up behind the elderly man. He waited for a few seconds and then attacked the man from behind. He bit right through his neck and blood gushed in all directions. The man's wife came out after hearing the sound of carnage and screamed in horror when she saw Cody pulling out one of the man's eyeballs with his mouth. Cody saw the elderly woman and became angry with her for she had disturbed his dinner time. He growled at her and got up on his hind legs as to stand like a human. He had transformed from his usual wolf form into his wolf-man form. He stepped close to the woman until she screamed bloody murder and ran away. Cody was still a bit tired from running for four days straight so he didn't bother chase after her. He turned back to his meal and ate all the meat that was on the man's body. After he had enough human flesh and blood to fill him up, Cody turned back into his regular wolf form and sauntered across the flat prairie land. Just when Cody thought that he could get away from the farm freely, the farm's wife came back running after him with a shot gun. She began to shoot rounds at him. Cody began to run away and he dodged the bullets as the woman shot at him. He ran as fast as he could and escape from her fury. He finally found a way out and took it. Cody sprinted toward a field of corn and hid inside the tall grain. The elderly woman cursed under her breath as she could not find the wretched wolf and kill him. Cody stayed quiet until the woman stormed off back to her farm and take care of her late husband's mangled body.

When the coast was clear, Cody got out of the field of corn and began to walk on to another farm. He had his head turned to his backside to make sure that the woman didn't come back after him. As he was distracted from keeping a look out for the elderly woman with a shot gun, Cody wasn't paying attention to where he was going and accidentally fell into a ditch. He stumbled down the hole and some twigs and rocks cut up his left front leg. His body stopped falling once it hit the bottom of the four feet deep and five feet wide hole. Cody staggered up to his feet but winced in pain with the cut on his front left leg. He knew that it would be a challenge to get out of the hole not because of the depth of the hole but because of his injury that would weigh him down. Cody clambered out of the hole and up to the top as he fought through the pain. Once he surely was out of the ditch, Cody limped away until he found a place to rest under a pine tree. He takes a moment to settle down on the grass and then begins to lick away the blood from his wound.

Elsewhere, a seventeen year old girl with long, brown and silky hair was finishing up her last chore for the night on her family's farm. Her deep brown eyes watched her hand move in a clockwise motion while pressing down a cloth to wipe a table top. Once she was done with her final chore of the day, she stood up straight at flashed a smile of achievement. She was glad that she was done and was ready to hit the hay. She walked back to the supply closest and had put away the pine-sol spray and the cloth that was used to wax down table tops. She then closed the door to the supply closest and entered the kitchen to find her mother and her three younger sisters. Her mother was a slim woman of average height and had some slight plumpness to her figure. The girl's mother had blonde, short hair that glistened under a light source, whether it be from a light bulb or from the sun. The girl's mother was talking to her sisters and then sensed that her fourth youngest daughter had come into the room. She looked at her daughter and smiled at her.

"Hello, Bailey. I see you're done wiping the tables."

"Yes, mama. What you guys talking about?"

"Oh, your sister Diane had mentioned that she heard a report of old Mr. Johnson being torn apart by some beast. Lila and Sally also think that there's some awful creature lurking about in our area."

"Oh, no. How did you guys hear of the report?"

Diane, who was only two years younger than Bailey, approached her. She had shoulder length, blonde hair and wore a pair of thin rimmed glasses.

"We heard it on the radio. Apparently, there's some wild animal eating people."

Lila and Sally also said their piece as well. Lila spoke first and then came Sally.

"Yeah. Mrs. Johnson believes that it was a wolf with a nasty case of rabies. "

"But then the report was updated and it said that Mrs. Johnson the thing stand up on its hind legs like a human! It is suspected that it might be a werewolf!"

Bailey didn't want to believe what her sisters were saying but she couldn't ignore the fact that there was something out in town that killed Mr. Johnson. She would be on guard as a precaution. She then turned back to her mother.

"Mama, do you really think that there's a werewolf out there? It seems a little too cliché for something like this to happen especially near Halloween time."

"Well, Bailey, we don't know for sure what's going on but we should still be very careful. We don't want to stumble into trouble."

"Okay, mama. We'll be very careful."

"Good. Now, you girls best be getting ready for bed."

Lila, Sally and Diane all give a resounding and unified 'okay' and then went up the stairs to get ready for bed. Bailey was about to follow her sister up the stairs but then remembered that she accidentally forgot something outside. She quickly turned to her mom.

"Mama, I forgot something outside. I'm going out to go get it."

"Bailey, please don't go out there."

"Mama, I'm not going to go far and I'll be really quick."

"But Bailey-"

Bailey had left the house before she could wait to hear her mother's protest. As Bailey was searching for her basket that she used to harvest apples, she heard a whimpering noise come from some pine trees just five feet away from the farm. She carefully lurched forward and leaned over past the pine needles to see something lay on the grass. It was some sort of animal with gray almost silver-like fur. The creature's fur glistened nicely under the moonlight. She looked over its shoulder and saw that it was tending to a wound on its front left leg. She stepped toward it with great curiosity and crouched down and kneeled on the ground.

"Hey, there."

Cody violently turned his head toward some teenaged girl. She had long, light brown hair that laid across her curvaceous chest and clung to the mounds of skin that was covered by the girl's accursed pink shirt. Her eyes were a darker shade of brown than her hair and she fair colored skin that appeared to be smooth and creamy in the moonlight. Her gray, skin tight pants secured her hips and legs in the cloth imprisonment and her gray shoes constrained what Cody figured to be good, slim feet. Bailey looked at what she believed to be a wolf with curiosity. Cody's eyes fixated on Bailey's face and his eyes would occasionally dart up and down her slim figure. He especially seemed interested in the spot between her legs and her breasts. For some odd reason, Cody had conceived a compelling feeling to want to have Bailey as his mate. She seemed to lean in a little close for his comfort level. Cody wanted Bailey to stay away from him so her growled at her. She drew back in fear and realized something very crucial about him which was that he was the killer wolf. She stood up and backed away slowly.

"You're….. a wolf."

Cody growled again. This time, he barred his sharp fangs at her. He stepped close to Bailey until she could see him better as he came out of the shadows. As Bailey backed away from Cody, she saw blood drip down from his wound. She didn't know what to do. Cody looked up at the moon and then howled. Bailey could feel herself shiver from the haunting howl that Cody had let out. He then swiped at her but she stepped away from his paw. He barely grazed her skin Bailey stepped away even more so. Cody huffed at Bailey and then sprinted in another direction. Bailey watched Cody leave in confusion but was most grateful that her life was speared. Bailey quickly returned to her home and picked up her basket as she ran back inside the house. Her mother was right there when she came in. She took Bailey in her arms and held her tight.

"Bailey what happened? What was that sound outside?"

"Mama, I encountered the wolf. I faced it straight on."

"Oh, no! How did you ever escape from it?"

Bailey shivered a little bit in her mom's arms and then lifted her head up to look at her.

"You know, mama, the strangest thing happened."

"What is it, Bailey?"

"The thing is that I didn't have to escape. The wolf just growled at me, attempted to swipe at my legs and then left. Then it sprinted away from me."

"Huh. That is very odd. I wonder what could have caused it to just leave you alone. Well, we should be glad that the wolf chose not to kill you and that you're still alive. Now, Bailey, I hope that you take this as a sign to not go outside at nighttime when the wolf is still hanging around this area."

"I definitely won't go out at night when the wolf is around."

"Good girl. Now, go to bed."

"Yes, mama. Good night."

"Good night, Bailey."

Bailey went up the stairs and went to her bedroom and got ready for bed. She changed out of her clothes and into her pink, pig print flannel pajamas. She tied her hair up into pigtails and crawled into bed. She thought of the wolf and really did wonder why it didn't just for the kill and bite her. Why did it just swipe at her and then run away? Bailey was confused. She thought that wolves were vicious and were supposed to be feared. She didn't get why the wolf that had reportedly killed off Mr. Johnson, but had not kill her as well. She pondered this for a bit and then decided to rest. She had set her chicken clock and turned off the light. Bailey laid her head down and her pillow and looked at the moon. She knew then that she would have to be extra careful while outside and fell asleep.

To Be Continued…