"Shoot!" Wyatt snapped.

He missed the bus to get to the mall, the next one doesn't come for another ten minutes. He couldn't be late his boss would never let him hear the end of it.

Wyatt sighed, "Great now what?"

He had two choices; one was hitchhiking to the mall and the other was taking a walk through the woods. He made up his mind quickly, he'd take a few minutes to walk to the mall instead of getting into a car with a random stranger who could be a psychopath.

"It's a nice day for a walk, so why not?" Wyatt said.

Once he stepped into the sea of trees there was no turning back, he made up his mind and now he's determined to get to his job on time.

The cool autumn breeze pat itself on his back; Halloween was right around the corner and Wyatt couldn't be more then excited. He already has his costume picked out and he and his friends got invited to an awesome Halloween party. He grinned thinking about how fun it'll be; his thoughts came to a halt when he heard a wolf howling in the distance, he could feel a chill run down his spine.

"That's weird, wolves aren't this close to civilization and if they were, they'd be hiding," Wyatt said.

He was right he's been in this forest enough times to know there are no wolves in plain sight or at least not when it's broad day light.

Wyatt chuckled, "If there's a wolf near by then I must be 'Little Red Riding Hood'."

Wyatt could not have picked a more ironic statement, because just as he said that, a wolf appeared in front of him. Wyatt glanced over at the wolf and nearly felt his heart in his throat; the wolf stood there with its golden eyes piercing into his soul. Wyatt was a mixture of terrified and astonished, this wolf was unlike anything he's seen. This wolf was black and huge, the average wolf is 5 feet long but this one was twice its size. The wolf's fur was black, there were no specks of any other color; it was pure black which was unusual. There were no pure black wolves in the wild, at least until now.

Wyatt smiled nervously as he backed away slowly, "Hey buddy don't mind me just trying to get to my job."

The wolf's face twisted into a scowl and bared it's teeth, Wyatt backed away a little faster. He's not going to run, if he does the wolf's predatory instincts will kick in making Wyatt pray. He was prepared to make himself look big when it pounces.

Wyatt shivered, "I don't want any trouble, I'm just trying to make it to work."

The wolf did something unexpected, it stood up on its hind legs! The wolf towered over him at 8 feet and had a hungry glimmer in its eye; Wyatt felt like a tiny mouse that's been caught by the large house cat or in this case house dog. This time he didn't waste any time running, it wasn't the best method, but this wasn't a regular wolf.

Wyatt had never run so fast in his life he ran like he was training for the Olympics. His heart was racing in his chest and adrenaline coursed through his body, his legs won't let him stop moving, he had to getaway no matter what.

"This isn't real, this isn't real!" Wyatt said to himself.

None of this was real, he was probably tired and overworked; he's so over worked that he's seeing things. Werewolves weren't real, they only existed in folklore or in movies. Wyatt kept running until he tripped and slid down a hill. He landed in a small puddle of mud; he didn't care about his clothes, the only thing that mattered was getting away safely. Wyatt looked over his shoulder to see if the werewolf was there.

He quickly got up and dashed behind a tree, at first everything seemed quiet, maybe the werewolf's gone. Wyatt was tempted to stick his head out to see if the coast is clear, but he didn't want to take any chances of becoming pray for that beast. He looked around to see if there was anything to defend himself with; he spotted a large stick a few feet away from him. He grabbed it and held it to his chest.

Wyatt was not going to be pray, he'd do whatever it took to make sure he made it out of the forest in one piece. He jumped out with the stick ready to batter up, only to realize the werewolf was gone; He sighed in relief, he knew it was just an illusion from being too overworked.

Wyatt chuckled, "It was all in my head, this is what happens when you've been working overtime."

As Wyatt turned to leave, he felt a heavy force pin him to the ground, it was none other then the werewolf. The monster weighed as much as a large sack of sand and its paws were almost the size of his head. Wyatt could feel the wolf's hot breath on his face, he was frozen in fear and prayed that this was all a dream. That possibility went right out the door when the wolf bit down onto his right side, Wyatt howled in pain as he felt the monster's razor-sharp fangs tear into his flesh.

Wyatt grabbed his large stick and hit the monster repeatedly but only to have it break, he tried kicking it in the stomach, but it outweighed him. He could feel some of his bones break, if he didn't do something quick, he'd be this beast's early dinner. He had to fight and win; he grabbed a large rock and hit the wolf's head until it backed off and ran away whimpering.

Wyatt weakly stood up clutching his right side in agony; his clothes were soaked in mud and blood. He glanced at his right side and wondered how hard the creature bit him; to his shock he discovered a large bite mark that nearly took up his right side. If Wyatt could scream, he could, but he was too weak. He had to find help, although apart of him was tired and wanted to rest, he couldn't give up; no matter what, he had to fight to survive.

End of chapter 1; Will Wyatt turn into a werewolf? Or will he change in other ways? Stick around to find out.