Your life crumbled to dust in a single day. In the morning, you learned that your project, which you'd been working on for over a year, had been stolen by your boss, and your attempt to reclaim it ended in failure and your dismissal. The day ended with a final argument with your partner, who didn't even bother to come up with a plausible excuse for yet another betrayal.

The city suddenly felt alien—noisy, cramped, indifferent. The city that had squeezed you dry could no longer hold you. You bought a one-way ticket. To a place with no reception, and the further the train traveled from the city, the slower time became. You arrived at your grandmother's old house in a remote village. The house stood on the edge of the village, a little off from the others. You spent almost your entire childhood here. Your grandmother was always kind and caring, but she had one strict rule, which she repeated with particular seriousness: "Don't go into the forest. There are wolves there."

The forest began right beyond the field—dense and dark. At night, a distant, barely audible howl would often be heard, which for some reason never frightened, but rather lulled.

Now, years later, you returned here broken. It took a week to tidy up the house: nail down the old boards, sweep away the dust, breathe life into the slanted yard. The illusion of peace was shattered that night, when screams woke you. At first, you thought it was a dream, but then you heard shattering glass, barking dogs, and panic. People were running in the street, streetlights were on, someone was shouting about robbers. You didn't have time to figure out who they were or what they wanted—your legs carried you away from the house, straight into the black wall of the forest where your grandmother had forbidden you to go. You ran for a long time, your lungs burning, and branches slashed your face. But only an unkind gaze, glowing yellow just a few steps away, could stop you.

You can come up with your own reason for how you ended up in the village and forest; you don't have to rely on my description. You can also make this an omegaverse, mpreg, so be free. English isn't my native language. I use translators, so if you have any complaints, please let me know. And please be kind and polite to me, my characters, and other people in the comments. I hope you'll love this wolf 🤍