Thr Werewolf's Bride: A Forbidden Love

In the annuls of history, the Times before the 1700s were dark times for New Haven, a small town carved out in the Old English territory of Connecticut. It was haunted by wolves of every kind, terrorizing the residents of the vicinity. Not only the 1700’s did the townsmen decide to launch a full scale attack to retaliate on the loss of lives and properties they’ve experienced over the years in the hands of the wolves. This retaliation would bring about the extinction of wolves in New Haven which included the biggest Wolf Pack of them all known as the Yellow Wolf, a pack led by Eliza Bordeaux, a young werewolf woman who became the first female Alpha. Eliza would swear an oath to return to New Haven and wreak havoc on the town for hunting her kind into extinction. Many centuries later, heavy rain pours and lightning flashes light up the dark night sky as a drunk pushes open a wooden door that leads out of a tavern to a dark trail surrounded by trees. He holds his bottle of beer close to his chest, glancing around for something but nothing in particular. The drunk hears footsteps behind him and spins around, but sees nothing but darkness so he drinks more from his bottle of beer. Turning around again, he bumps into three hefty men staring down at him. They throw him to the ground, and smash his bottle of beer on the wet tarred road. The man tries to fight back, but his hands are too light to throw a hard punch. They kick him over and over, until one of them pulls him up by his long beard. He tastes the blood dripping down his face as they touch his tongue. The hefty man throws him back towards the fence. His body is engulfed in fear, but then rage starts to set in as well; the drunk wipes the blood off of his face but suddenly, he notices that his hand is covered in a thick dark layer of hair. A flash of lightning illuminating the night sky again as the oppressors starts to back away from him, the drunk glances up at the sky: the full moon lights up from behind his now gargantuan frame, and a loud growl escapes from his lips. He felt long canines protruding from the side of his lips, his muscles twitched and stretched to adjust to a new balance and there morphed the drunk into a full fledged werewolf. The three hefty men are trying to escape but it’s too late. s***h! Cut! Zap! Were the brutal sounds that filled the silent night as the werewolf shredded flesh off its bones. After the fatality, it let out a roar followed by a howling sound before it scurried deep into the night. These events were believed to be an omen by Boyd Leiston who claimed to have seen the first sighting of wolves back in the now city of New Haven. Though many never believed his stories, he would go around the surrounding smaller towns throwing fits and creating awareness that the werewolves are back in New Haven but none of the residents pay him as much as an ear. They have no time for such frivolities.