July 12, 1889 - In a Remote Wooded Area
It had been a shock - yet not fully a surprise - to learn of father's more private property. And the basement held the reason why. The chains, the fact that Avril hadn't heard him until he came out to get her. A bit unsettling? Perhaps. But now they knew where father went during the full moon. He was sure mother knew. Surely they would have told at least Ace and Avril eventually.
So now the siblings were exploring. Ace doubted that another werewolf would come by. Even over a year later, he was sure his father's scent would drive away any fellow canine-like trespassers. Though he could be wrong, and so he was on edge as the night went on.
Avril had gone her own way when they left the house. Probably wanted some space, which he couldn't blame. So when he heard signs of someone approaching, he wasn't too worried. He should have been. Suddenly he was on the ground, tackled by a beast that he never thought he would encounter in his life. And he screamed. Of course he did. Who wouldn't?
So now the siblings were exploring. Ace doubted that another werewolf would come by. Even over a year later, he was sure his father's scent would drive away any fellow canine-like trespassers. Though he could be wrong, and so he was on edge as the night went on.
Avril had gone her own way when they left the house. Probably wanted some space, which he couldn't blame. So when he heard signs of someone approaching, he wasn't too worried. He should have been. Suddenly he was on the ground, tackled by a beast that he never thought he would encounter in his life. And he screamed. Of course he did. Who wouldn't?
