The boy wandered through a vast expanse of towering trees, listening to the shrill cries of ravens while dusk painted the foliage a pale gold. He paused long enough to quench his thirst in an icy creek, then noticed that night was approaching more quickly than usual. He quickened his pace, weaving through the pines until the bright yellow moon, pitted with ancient craters, shone down from above. He had no jacket, and the wind whipping through the trees was very cold. He shivered deeply, remembering his warm bed next to a crackling fire that made shadows dance across the walls. Shadows in which monsters lived. Monsters no one could escape; not even here, deep in a dark wood. The scent of pine needles crunching beneath his feet mixed with the smell of fear, filling his nose. The boy’s pulse was racing now, and he began to change. The process was painful, as fur grew up through the skin and the bone structure changed, leaving him long and sharp in tooth, with eyes as yellow as the full moon that guided him to the cabin’s window. What was once the boy breathed heavily, fogging up the glass with its foul breath while peering inside. It saw a crackling fire, shadows, and the monsters hiding within them. But the bed was empty.