There on the corner of a street sits a small building wedged next to others tightly. The windows of this building were clean and clear, not a spot to be seen; almost like they weren't there at all and there was simply a hole in the wall. but rest assured, the windows were in fact there, the glare of the sun shining off of them if one stood in the right spot. The door of this building did not creak and the floorboards did not squeal. The building sat empty, eagerly waiting for someone to fill it. Luckily, it did not have to wait long. A horse drawn carriage comes down the dirt road. Sitting inside is Hank Canagan, a young man with brown short hair. Hank Canagan was charming and kind and he was an extremely happy man as his newly-wed wife, Elizabeth Canagan, a young healthy woman, full of spirit as her blue eyes shined, sat beside him. As the carriage slowed to a halt, Hank Canagan excitedly stepped out out and looked up at the building. "Isn't it beautiful, sweetheart?" Hank said, smiling, without turning to his wife as he was too occupied looking at each detail of his new home. "It's lovely, Hank!" Elizabeth replied happily as she started to dismount the carriage. "won't it be great?!" Hank replied, finally turning to his wife. He smiled widely like a child. "We can open a store! no, no! A bakery!" He went on, excitement in his eyes. "We'll bake sweets and delicious bread and Shepherd's pies! And when business starts taking off we can have some kids!" "Hank!" Elizabeth interrupted him, blushing and giggling at the thought. "I'm serious, Elizabeth!" Hank said. "We'll have a wonderful child and we'll pass down the bakery to them when they're old enough! Won't it be wonderful?!" "It sounds amazing." Elizabeth smiled before kissing Hank gently on the cheek. The two joined hands and opened the door to the new building, ready to begin their life together.

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Not long after the Canagans moved in, the bakery's doors were open to the public. The savory smell of sweets and fresh baked bread filled the nostrils of pedestrians as they passed. A wooden sign had been posted above the door. The sign hung by small chains. On it, read in bright red and gold writing, "In Sheep's Clothing", and a picture of a wolf in a sheep's costume glowed in fresh paint under the letters. A small shiny bell had been placed to ring everytime the door of the bakery opened. Behind the back door is the living space for the Canagan's. Warmly decorated and inviting despite being closed off to the public.

Working in the bakery is Hank and Elizabeth, who is now eight months pregnant. As Elizabeth gently stocks shelves with spices and jams, Hank bakes and sells the products displayed. It was around five o'clock PM when a beautiful and mysterious woman walked through the doors of the bakery. Her long hair flowed down her back and shoulders. Her skin was fair and her eyes were cold but entrancing, stabbing each individual with intimidation whenever they looked into them. Her beauty hypnotized men like a spell. Even Hank, who loved his wife more than anything in the world, found himself strongly attracted to this woman. She walked up to the counter in front of Hank. "What can I do for you ma'am?" Hank asked, his mouth hung open slightly. The woman grinned "I was wondering if you knew of anywhere I can stay for the night? perhaps an inn?" Hank quickly and frantically offered, as if the woman in front of his was going to disappear in thin air if he didn't speak soon. "Oh! well, you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need to!"
"if it's no problem, that would be perfect."
"it's no problem at all, ma'am! come, I'll show you around my home!"
Elizabeth silently watched her husband lead the mysterious woman through the back doors leading into what Elizabeth thought was her and her husband's private abode; a place no stranger could come into. And yet, there was Hank, opening the doors to the unknown. Nonetheless, Elizabeth felt that she must trust her husband. He would never do anything to hurt her. Elizabeth looked out the window to distract herself from her unbearable thoughts. A storm was coming. Dark gray clouds became visible in distance, soon to blanket the bright blue London sky.

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The soft patter of rain hitting the roof and the windows of the Canagan's home and the crash of thunder disturbed the peaceful silence that laid in the small living room. The room was dark, with the only thing illuminating it being the warm glow of the burning fireplace. Hank sat on a velvet red chair, staring silently at the dancing flames. He thought silently about the woman he was allowing to stay for the night. Elizabeth sat in a separate chair, troubled by Hank's unusual silence. Her brows furrowed together as she watched him. "Is something wrong?" she quickly asked. Hank's focus on the fire broke and he looked up at Elizabeth. Hank gave her a reassuring smile. "no, nothing's wrong. I'm just tired." Elizabeth frowned. "why don't you go get some sleep then, dear?" Hank sighed. "I suppose." He stood from his chair and leaned over to gently kiss Elizabeth. "Goodnight, love." Hank smiled. "Goodnight, Hank."

Hank turned and walked slowly towards a narrow flight of stairs, just besides the closed door that lead to the bakery. As Hank climbed the stairs, the light of the fire dimmed and Elizabeth disappeared from Hank's view. Soon, he found himself alone in the cold dark of his house.
As he reached the top of the stairs, Hank turned in to a hallway, which lead to his and Elizabeth's bedroom. As he walked down the hallway, he steadily passed the bathroom, the door opened just a crack. A dull orange candlelight bleat out of the cracks and Hank could hear the sound of water softly moving, like someone had just stepped into a filled bathtub. A strong feeling came from the door. It called to Hank and pulled at him, causing him to come closer. Hank slowly rests his head between the wall and the door, allowing him to look in through the crack of the slightly opened door into the bathroom. He stopped in his place and tightly shut his eyes. 'this is wrong...' he thought to himself. 'I shouldn't... I wouldn't...' Hank fought the strange supernatural urge to open his eyes, but he could not resist. Slowly, he allowed himself to open his eyes, his breathing heavy as he focused his vision and his attention to the bathtub. There, sitting naked, breasts exposed, was the woman Hank had allowed to stay the night. She was leaned back, her arms rested on the edges of each side of the bathtub. She turned her head at a uncomfortably slow pace towards where Hank stood behind the door. The supernatural pull over Hank became stronger. He slowly opened the door and step by step, entered the bathroom, closer to the woman. His eyes never leaving the sight of the woman before him. The woman gracefully stood up and out of the tub. She did not speak. The only noise heard was the movement of the water. She took small steps towards Hank. Her body fully naked and exposed, water dripping from her fingertips. The woman's hands rose to cup Hank's face. She carefully pulled Hank closer to her until their lips met in a kiss. Hank relaxed and his mind became a blank as he softly kissed back. The kiss felt like an addictive drug to Hank and felt himself become a puppet to the pleasure of the woman's affection. The pull on Hank towards the woman became stronger than ever. The kiss soon became more passionate and rough as the woman moved her hands behind Hank's neck. Hank felt like he was no longer alive. As if he was having an out of body experience. However, his heaven quickly broke apart when a sharp pain of the woman's nails piercing through his skin shocked him out of the trance. Hank felt the warm drip of warm blood bathe his back. Hank yelped and broke the kiss, quickly jumping away from the woman. The jerk of the movement caused the woman to drag her nails down his shoulders and down his chest. Blood stuck underneath the woman's fingernails. Hank screamed as he fell to his knees, his upper torso painted red. "You bastard! You- you witch!" Hank yelled angrily at the woman through gritted teeth. The woman cackled. "you lustful fool!" She yelled back at him. She grabbed Hank by the back of his shirt collar and dragged him out of the bathroom effortlessly, as if he was no heavier than a child, and threw him to the floor. She grasped the curtains that covered the windows in the hall and yanked them down. The sound of the bar that had once been bolted to the wall and held up the curtains crashed down. The blue moonlight shined in brightly. The woman began to chant. "S ohledem na Mesíci a krevnižízen vlka, proklínám svuj rodokmen dát do instinktem!" Once the chant was completed, Hank screamed in pain. His skin became darker, his nose grew out until it became more of a snout, hair grew everywhere on his body, he began to crave blood and meat, and he felt ultimately stronger.
Downstairs, Elizabeth rushed to aid her husband upon hearing his frightening screams. She quickly stood up and dashed towards the stairs. As soon as her foot hit the first step, a sharp, unbearable pain stabbed her womb. She fell to her knees and gently hugged her belly as tears filled her eyes...

End of Chapter 1