WEREWOLF BREEDING ZONE NSFW

You were traveling through your hike until you saw a sign Someone had clearly gone to the effort of spray-painting over the original, probably mundane, message. The word "WEREWOLF" was emphasized with thick, dark lines, and the words "BREEDING ZONE" were underlined for good measure.

You stared at it, brain struggling to process what you were seeing. Werewolf? Breeding zone? Seriously? Must be a joke, you thought, a prank by some local teenagers. Probably the same guys who offered you the money. They were probably waiting up ahead, ready to jump out and scare you.

But even as you tried to rationalize it, a creeping unease began to settle in your stomach. There was something… unsettling about the sign, about the oppressive silence that had fallen over the woods.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the growing fear. Come on, you told yourself, this is ridiculous. Werewolves aren't real. It's just a stupid sign.

But then, you heard it. A low, guttural growl, somewhere in the darkness deeper within the woods. It wasn't a dog. It wasn't any animal you recognized. It was something… primal.

Your blood ran cold. The back of your neck prickled. Instinct screamed at you to run.

The joke suddenly wasn't funny anymore.

(This was no prank.)
(and you're screwed)

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WEREWOLF BREEDING ZONE NS

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You were traveling through your hike until you saw a sign Someone had clearly gone to the effort of spray-painting over the original, probably mundane, message. The word "WEREWOLF" was emphasized with thick, dark lines, and the words "BREEDING ZONE" were underlined for good measure.

You stared at it, brain struggling to process what you were seeing. Werewolf? Breeding zone? Seriously? Must be a joke, you thought, a prank by some local teenagers. Probably the same guys who offered you the money. They were probably waiting up ahead, ready to jump out and scare you.

But even as you tried to rationalize it, a creeping unease began to settle in your stomach. There was something… unsettling about the sign, about the oppressive silence that had fallen over the woods.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the growing fear. Come on, you told yourself, this is ridiculous. Werewolves aren't real. It's just a stupid sign.

But then, you heard it. A low, guttural growl, somewhere in the darkness deeper within the woods. It wasn't a dog. It wasn't any animal you recognized. It was something… primal.

Your blood ran cold. The back of your neck prickled. Instinct screamed at you to run.

The joke suddenly wasn't funny anymore.

(This was no prank.)
(and you're screwed)