The cool night air felt good as I chased my prey through the woods. I could practically taste his fear. He darted to the right, but I turned with him, not losing a step. He hopped over a fallen tree, but I saw it coming and jumped over it effortlessly. He continued to zig and zag through the trees, hoping desperately to lose me. Sadly for him, I had been waiting all month for this. The thrill of the chase. The excitement of the hunt. The feeling of success after taking down your prey. There was no way I was letting him get away.

I could smell the river getting closer. We came to a cliff and ran along its edge for a few feet before he skidded to a halt and turned around. I didn’t stop and dove for him. Rookie mistake. His antlers impaled me. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. I would describe it to you if I could, but if you’ve never been stabbed before, you wouldn’t understand. My weight took us both to the ground. He struggled until he was able to pull his antlers out of my chest and stomach. As soon as I was on the ground, I could feel myself starting to heal. He didn’t know that though. He had stepped back and was watching me. I could hear his heart pounding, as he glared at me. Then he made his fatal mistake, he turned his back on me and started to run away. I jumped up and tackled him. Both of us fell off the cliff.

We hit the ground about 100 yards below, missing the river by several feet. I was broken, every bone in my body was screaming at me. My insides were ripped apart by broken bones. As I lie there wondering if my healing would kick in, I heard a familiar voice.

“There are 2 ways to kill a werewolf. Silver, or cause so much damage they are unable to heal. I was damn close to the latter. This is one of my early hunts. I almost died. I guess you knew that though, you are living it.”

I turned to look up at a man standing there in the woods with me. He was dressed in pelts.

“Who are you?” I asked.

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“I’m the one who bit you, Alan.”

“Who is Alan? ”

“You are Alan.”

“No, I am.”

He cut me off before I could speak my name.

“You are Alan. Do you remember your last name, Alan?”

“I don’t. I don’t remember anything.”

He just stood there, examining me. I realized that my pain was gone, and I was no longer watching him from the ground, but instead eye to eye with him.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“I told you already, you’re in one of my memories. Your mind thinks you’re me. It happens sometimes when one is bitten by a werewolf.”

Yes. I was a werewolf, but If I was in his memory why didn’t I recognize him?

“Concentrate Alan. What do you remember last?”

“I was chasing this deer through the woods.”

“No Alan, before that. What were you doing before that?”

I tried to think, but there was nothing there. I couldn’t remember how I got here and I still didn’t understand why he insisted I was this Alan. I started to get angry. I had no idea what he was talking about or why. I took a step toward the stranger and quicker than I could blink, he hit me.

I was lifted off my feet and hit a tree a few feet away. That’s when my memories flooded back to me. The wall of pictures, dead bodies, the bar, and the attack. Isidra was in danger.

“ISIDRA!” I yelled into the dark woods.

“Isidra where are you?”

“Isidra isn’t here Alan. This is all in your head. You aren’t even really here.”

I thought about what he was saying, then I remembered more. Isidra had been taken after being bitten by that asshole vampire. Vampire… I was a.

“Werewolf,” I said out loud.

“Yes, Alan. You are a werewolf now. It was the only way I could save you.”

“Why am I seeing your memories?”

“Like I said earlier, that sometimes happens when you are bitten instead of born.”

My head started to swim and the last thing I remember was the ground rushing up to meet me.