Y/n pov

I had awoken from the nightmare that I had last night and I am now in the beautiful part of the woods that no one owns. I was sitting on a log that had fallen from the tree above it . I kept on thinking about the dream that I had , that strange monochrome clown keeps popping up in my mind and i cant keep him out of my head for some strange reason.

The nursery rhyme pop goes the weasel keeps playing over and over in my head. So to stop thinking about that strange clown i decided to keep walking through the part of the woods that was no ones territory, as i walked i found a place that seemed fit for thinking.

My hands intertwine fingers, fidgeting with each other in a silent harmony. I transform, feeling warmer with the fur enveloping my body. My eyes wonder to the sky’s still dark, beauty while wolf forms tail moved from side to side, as I sat upon a large stone.

I anticipated my next rest, my mind wandering back to that Jack Beast I had met in my dream. It had been extremely long since my last nightmare, so it had left me far too rattled. 

A puff of air travels out of my nose, into the cold air. It was now that I’d noticed it was definitely nearing the end of fall, and entering the newer season. This, however, made me feel no better as I remembered my fathers lung cancer. I grunt, puffing more air out of my nose. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me, why would he hide this from me?” My words formed thoughts of doubt, the seeds grew into self deprecation, “Does he not trust me?” 

A creek from behind me immediately forces me back to reality, instincts kicking in seconds before I looked back. There, stood a male, around the age of 23 from the looks of him. His chocolate brown hair sprawled out covering the top of his orange goggles, which his his eye color. The young mans mouth was covered by a mask of sorts, it resembled a chilling smile in a way. I continued to observe him, not taking my eyes of his likely to be 5”9’-6”3’ figure. He took a step towards me, his hatchets now very visible. This sight brings me onto my haunches, with my fur sticking up, while I let out a warning snarl.

”It-It-It’s Alright b-bu-bud.” He ticks and stutters, while slowly walking towards me, a hand out stretched.

Who was this silly man trying to reason and pet what so obviously is a wolf?! I chuckle, which sounded more like a snort and huff conbined.

While being distracted with my thoughts, he had made his way to me and started to pet my head, which was definitely better than having it be chopped off, so I made no moves.

”There-The-There See-See? It’s Fi-Fine,” he looked at me, avoiding eye contact. Knowing full well that animals considered it a threat when they are forced to hold eye contact. 

Everything was going fine until an unfamiliar “click” sound was heard. Suddenly I was being dragged off with a f/c matching collar and leash. Off to somewhere I had no clue about, I would have fought back, but this guy kept handing me bacon (you’re a wolf, you eat meat), and darn it, it was good.

Then I arrived at a large mansion, where the scent of edge, hormones, and teens was overwhelming my nose. My only thought was, ‘Oh boy.’

(This was a long awaited chapter. We have been doing a lot lately, so we haven’t had much free time. I (CandyFoxy) will be trying to update this story more, while adding longer chapters. Consider this chapter as an early Christmas gift. This chapter was started by HauntedNeko and finished by CandyFoxy)