Savannah wrapped her jacket tighter around her as she stared into the flickering flames of the bright fire anger boiling in her. Behind her she could hear Derrick, or DJ as he insisted to be called, rifling around in the tent getting ready to sleep. She was so mad at him, she was mad at herself, why had she agreed to come on this stupid camping trip? Derrick had decided that they were going to be staying an extra day when she'd be very clear she needed to be back by tomorrow night, she had an event she'd been look forward to all month, and now she was going to miss it because the jackass she called her boyfriend was a selfish man child who couldn't handle being told something. She heard the tent unzip and Derrick climb out
"Are you coming to bed," he asked. She almost snorted. What had she ever seen this guy? He was immature, irresponsible and so fake. Even his voice was fake, he was constantly trying to make it sound lower than it truly was.
"No Derrick," she replied "I'm not coming to bed, I don't want to be around you, that why I'm out here." Derrick just scoffed and mumbled something before climbing back inside the tent. Once he was settled for the night Savannah let out a deep sigh. This was all so stupid. Her gaze inevitably settled on what she knew was the source of all this. In the site a couple sites down rest a modest two man tent with a bike parked next to it.
The man had gotten there early that afternoon. After getting settled in, he'd walked over and introduced himself. Savannah was honest enough with herself to admit she'd added to the issue. The man, Alex was his name, was basically walking sex appeal. He was tall, broad, and bearded. The white tee shirt under his black fur collared bomber jacket had been stretched over a broad well defined chest and a tapered waist. But most importantly he had the most vivid pair of green eyes she'd ever seen.
Derrick had noted her reaction, and obvious attraction. It was shortly after that that he'd announced they were staying an extra day. He was doing it to punish her she knew. Derrick fancied himself a Dom, he wasn't but he couldn't be told that. He was just a tall man with and immature attitude and childish outbursts that he translated to "being in charge." His extending their trip had been his way on punishing his "baby girl". Savannah cringed at the thought.
She'd never seen herself as such, and refused to acknowledge Derrick by his desired honorific. He wasn't her "Daddy", just an asshole who'd watched too much bdsm porn. Heaving another sigh she stood up grabbed and blanket from the table and stared to walked out into the woods. There was a clearing not to far from the site where she could lay on a blanket and gather her thoughts. She and Derrick were done, but she'd recently moved in with him and now needed to form a plan.
Her walk didn't take her long and in short order she was in the clearly settling her self on the blanket. She'd been there. Few minutes when she got the distinct feeling of being watched. Frustration coursed through her as she sat up, that ass just couldn't leave her alone. She looked over in the direction she'd come from but could see nothing. It was a bright clear night I'm with the three quarter moon directly overhead, but still she saw nothing. Derrick hadn't followed her. The sense of he watch only grew though. Slowly she turned a circle straining to gaze into the dark of the trees. Then she saw them, two reflective spots in the tree line. Her heart pounding she tried to gauge the creature's hight. It was tall, 7 feet at least.
'A bear,' she thought. She hadn't known there were bears in these woods. She stood there frozen in fear she wanted to flee wanted to run but she couldn't. Then the creature stepped out into the moon light and her breath caught in her throat. It wasn't a bear at all. But this wasn't possible, they only existed in books and tv shows she was obsessed with, the weren't real. Derrick had often scoffed at her fascination with them, but they weren't real. Yet here one stood, easily 7 and a half feet tall, fur of the deepest midnight and a huge crested hackle on the back of its neck. A Werewolf.
The beast slowly approached her, one confident stride after another. When it was twenty feet away it let out a low menacing growl. That finally broke the spell of terror Savannah had been under, she turned to flee. She had barely gotten to steps when she felt something heavy slam into her. She fell sprawling to the blanket, a light but solid pressure in the middle of her back holding her down. For a moment the world froze, she'd fallen awkwardly, to her knees and chest, her ass sticking in the air in the most undignified manner possible. Nothing happened for a brief moment, and then to her complete abstract horror she felt the creature hook a single claw in the waist band of her leggings.
