A couple sudden knocks at the front door and an ominous shadowy figure looming just outside the window panes sent chills down my spine. Living alone in the deep woods, miles away from my nearest neighbor with only a few knowing where I live and receiving a visitor was a very rare occurrence.
As I made my way through the foyer to answer the door, I could tell the figure just outside was in a human shape. Hearing talk about local legends of werewolves made me suspicious of any questionable activity around my property, but at least seeing this form at my door, lent me to believe it was safe to answer.
My heart raced and my hands and legs shook, as I gripped the doorknob and began to pry the door open. Only once I pried the door just enough to get a glimpse of my unexpected visitor, was my suspicion and anxiety put at ease.
It was Eric, the founder and leader of the wolf pack I had recently joined a few moons ago. Although, his shape was different; instead of the feral wolf form we all took upon shifting, this time, he was a mixture of his feral and human form. His dark brown, almost black fur covered him from head to toe, save for the few grey markings upon his muzzle, ears, neck, chest and tail.
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