The wolf remembers

Noah pulled his phone from his pocket, his movements sharp with sudden purpose.

Noah (calmly and curious): I can help you… Just give me your name.

Yousef handed it over without hesitation. Noah typed it in and began searching. The glow of the screen lit up his face, revealing a growing look of disbelief. His brows shot up, eyes wide as if he had uncovered something unbelievable.

Joud leaned over his shoulder, her curiosity drawing her closer.

Yousef (sharp tone): What did you find?!

Noah (nervously, astonished): You're… really rich. Wow. You own a company. But it also says… you help the mafia launder money. That you're a cold-hearted man…

He didn't get to finish.

Yousef's face darkened, his expression shifting like a brewing storm. The air grew heavy.

Noah immediately stepped back, his hands slightly raised in defense.

Noah (hurriedly): Hey, chill, man. I'm just reading what's written.

Yousef lowered his head slightly, then suddenly raised it again, sniffing the air.

Yousef (low and dangerous): I smell blood…

Noah and Joud exchanged a fearful glance, both instinctively taking a step back, swallowing hard.

Yousef (eerily calm): Don't worry… it's outside.

He walked toward the door with measured steps, opened it, and exited, closing it behind him gently—but it felt ominous.

They rushed to the window, eyes trailing him.

Outside, a werewolf stood with a slaughtered chicken in its hands, blood dripping onto the ground.

When it saw Yousef, it dropped the bird and bolted toward the forest.

Without hesitation, Yousef shifted into a werewolf, his form tearing and morphing into the monstrous shape within seconds. His glowing eyes locked on his target.

He chased after it. But before he could catch up, the other werewolf suddenly stopped, spun around—and shifted back into a handsome teenage boy. His chest rose and fell with sharp breaths, and fury blazed in his eyes.

Yousef halted, staring.

Yousef (suspicious): Who are you?!

Boy (angrily): You don't remember me? You're such a terrible father…

Yousef lunged, grabbed the boy by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

Yousef (coldly): I only have two children… trying to trick me?

He slammed him to the ground, then yanked him up again.

Yousef (voice like thunder): Who are you?! Tell me now, or I'll kill you!

Suddenly, a wooden staff struck the back of his head hard.

Yousef collapsed, groaning. He opened his eyes in pain, vision blurry—

And saw a beautiful, mysterious teenage girl standing above him.

Yousef (mocking through the pain): Let me guess… you're my daughter?

The girl turned to the boy, her voice cold and sharp.

Girl: I told you. He's a criminal. Stay away from him.

(then turning to Yousef)

And don't worry, psycho—I'm not your daughter.

The boy's eyes filled with tears as he looked down at Yousef, his face torn with sorrow and confusion.

Without another word, he and the girl vanished into the forest.

Yousef slowly got to his feet, his body aching, his mind spinning.

He walked back to the cabin, step by step, thoughts swirling.

Yousef (to himself): What did I do wrong? Who am I? Who were they?

Am I in a coma… is this all a dream?

Or maybe… I am a monster, and I just can't remember…