Werewolf Boyfriend: Dante (special preview)

A few of your friends want to take a camping trip, they’ve been begging you to go, especially since your family has a nice camper. You used to love camping, used to go every chance you could. Something happened a few years ago that changed your mind and made you afraid of the woods.

Your dad and brother were hunters, so they took hunting trips as often as they were allowed. During the fall, when you and your mom had more time off, you’d often go on family trips together. It was always fun, and you enjoyed the campfire and food more than anything. While your dad and brother were out doing their thing, you had lots of time to do some personal stuff you didn’t get to when life was busy. You liked to use charcoals to draw, sometimes you even attempted to write songs and play guitar.

The night in question though, you were half asleep by the fire. Your mom and dad were cuddled up, and your brother was out in the woods. Even though the camper had a bathroom, he was adamant, for some reason, about using the ‘great outdoors’ as his bathroom, like God intended.

It sounded assignin to you, but as long as you neither saw or smelled his God’s Intended shits, you were fine. That night in particular though, he was taking his dear sweet time. You knew he had been flirting with someone a campsite or two over, so you got the idea in your head of playing the role of annoying sister.

You left the campsite, going along the small path behind the camper that went between the different campsites. It was dark so you had your phone out as a flashlight, leading you up the path you figured he had gone towards. Only thing was, the campsite was empty, it looked like the people had left already. You were contemplating heading back when you heard a noise. It sounding like grunting and slurping. Maybe you had popped out a campsite over, you thought, and really, your brother’s intended spot was just a hop over.

You followed the found, readying your camera just to torment your brother later. You were close to the campsite, but the sound seemed to be coming from off the path. In a moment of idiocy you chastise yourself for now, you followed. The sound you had thought was perhaps the sound of your brother sloppily making out, was starting to sound a bit more ominous. There was a snarling to it, a deep breathing.

The moonlight illuminated someone hunched over on the ground. They suddenly went still and sat up, turning to look back at you. This person was huge, an absolute monster. They were wearing what looked like a pretty thick fur coat, although it seemed kind of ratty. You kept your phone up recording as the scene looked creepy and unreal.

“Sorry about that!” You apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just looking for my brother.”

The person stepped closer and you saw that they appeared to be in an all body costume.

“Oh wow! That’s so cool.” You came closer to them. “I knew the trailer park down the hill was having a costume party. I didn’t think anyone still made costumes like this accept for, well, just in case you are I’ll be quiet.” You reached up to touch the fur. It felt slightly damp. “It looks so life-like.” You then notice nothing seems to be moving, or it feels too tight to the body. “How much did this cost you?” You heart began to pound, nerves rose, yet you couldn’t seem to let go. You looked up at their face, feeling cold to the gut. Their eyes blinked, the lip curled, and inside you saw wet tongue, drool, and sharp teeth.

“Well then,” you voice squeaked. “I’ll just...let you to it.” You took a few steps backwards before you turned and sprinted back to your family’s campsite. As you raced home your brother was there, so you shoved passed him and hid yourself in the camper.

After that, you had refused to go on anymore camping trips, family or not.

“Come on, how about a cabin?” Your friend, Miri, suggested. “You don’t have to do anything, just stay in the cabin, which is surrounded by other cabins.”

“Stop pushing,” you huff. “I wouldn’t force you to spend the night at the aquarium.”

She frowns. “Seriously, what happened?”

You still have the video on your phone, just to prove to yourself you aren’t crazy. The whole thing is captured, your stupidity, the werewolf, everything. It was something you could have posted for the world to see, but part of you was afraid that, if you did post, the werewolf would find you and gobble you up like Red Riding Hood’s granny.

“Bears,” you lie. “I am afraid of bears.”

Miri pouts. “Bears are a myth, you know that.”

You glare at her as she breaks into a huge grin. You smile along and shake your head. “Seriously, Miri, it terrifies me. Cabin or tent, I would still probably hide away.”

“This place though is like a gated community for campers. Arnie’s grandmother uses it for crying out loud. No bears or masked serial killers are getting in.”