The father came home early, looking for his teenage son. He went to the backyard and came around the trailer that had been sitting there for years. Paint peeling, rust spots, tall grass hiding the deflated tires. If he had come home 5 minutes sooner, he would have seen a strange site. His son engaged in a strange dance with a girl he had never seen before. There was nothing lewd about the dance, it was a ritual. A solemn thing.
He knew something was wrong, as if he could sense that there had been someone standing in the grass moments before. He walked to the tree line, which masked the way to the river. He looked deep into the trees, and saw the form of a naked girl. Tiny little thing, and he only saw her knees. But it wasn't a human at all. The white form of the girl was actually the light reflecting from the wet nose of a wolf. The girl had come and transformed his son. They were wolf people.
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