Lost in Snow

I am lost. Wandering in the forest, in a blizzard, trying to find my campsite. I look desperately for something recognizable but everything is white. Then, suddenly, I feel a warm hand touch my neck. I turn around in hope that a rescuer finally has come. Then I see it. I open my mouth to scream. A week later, all they find are my shoes. Some tell dark stories of a werewolf. The rumors are true. I am now the wolf.