“Okay, we're here.”

Remy's voice woke Em up from her thoughts. She had just followed Remy without really paying any attention to where they were going. It was basically a miracle that she hadn't stumbled and fell. Now they had arrived in front of what Remy had called his place.

Remy had said that the place wasn't fancy. And he hadn't lied. At all. His 'place' was a small cottage, well actually a shack was a more appropriate name for it. It was old and shabby, the porch roof looked like it'd fall apart at any time. One of the windows was broken. Moss and grass was growing on the roof that had been patched up on several spots but still looked like it'd probably leak during heavy rain. The chimney was crooked and it was missing a few bricks. Actually the whole shack seemed to be leaning little bit on the left. Em hoped the weather wouldn't be very windy. The shack might just fall apart if the breeze was strong enough.

“It, uhh, looks better inside. I promise,” Remy said rubbing the back of his neck. Em really hoped so. Not that she had any other places to choose from but still. As long as there weren't any cockroaches or rats or spiders everything would be fine. Probably.

They got to the front door which required a few very strong pushes before it opened, complaining about such harsh treatment with a wailing creek. Em peeked inside, and to be fair, it did look better. Nothing was visibly falling apart although it wasn't a five star suite either. Em could see spiderwebs in the ceiling and there were dead leaves and other trash from outside on the floor.

On the opposite side of the room from where Em was standing was the kitchen with a small wood-burning stove and a sink (but no running water). There was also few cupboards above and below the small kitchen counter. A long sturdy looking table with two long benches, one on both sides of the table, took most of the space in the room. On the right-side wall there was a big head of bull moose staring judginly to the people in the room.

The bed was also on the opposite side of the room, in the corner to left from the kitchen section. On the left wall was a small fireplace and in front of it a shabby armchair. Next to the door in the left corner was the wardrobe which Remy had already opened.

“This cottage belonged to some old man so there's only men's clothes in here,” he said taking out a long-sleeved shirt that had a washed-out checkered pattern. “Try that one,” he said and threw the shirt at Em. She caught it and coughed at the dust cloud that now floated around her.

Quickly she put the shirt on. It was big. Very big. Lenghtwise it was long enough to cover all the critical parts of her body, which was very nice. However, her arms were lost in the sleeves and she had to roll them up to her elbows. But at least she had clothes now.

“Here's trousers too but they're probably way too big for you,” Remy said. He already had trousers on which was a relief. It was very difficult to always try to keep in mind not to admire some plant or bird on the ground when Remy was around.

His trousers however were well fitting and looked newer than what she had on. 'Well, it would make sense that he had his own clothes', Em thought. She wished she could have her own clothes too. She had just bought a new pair of really nice jeans that made her butt look really nice but now they were in pieces in the forest.

“Give the smallest pair you can find,” Em said, walking closer. Event though she was now somewhat modestly covered (only when standing up), she wouldn't mind having a pair of trousers at all.

Remy pulled out a pair and handed them to Em.

“I have some rope. We can make you a belt because I doubt they'll stay up otherwise.”

“Thanks,” Em said putting the trousers on. She'd definitely need the rope because the trousers refused to even stay on if she didn't hold them up. Remy headed to one of the cupboards and pulled out a rope. He cut it with a knife and threw a piece to Em. She slipped it through the belt loops and finally the trousers didn't drop to her ankles when she let go of them. She looked like a kid playing dress-up with their parents' clothes.

“Thanks,” she said. Remy smiled a little.

“No problem. They're not much but better than nothing I guess.”

“Yeah, definitely. Naturism definitely wouldn't be for me,” she said smiling a bit.

“You'd get used to it, believe me,” Remy replied with a smile. “As well as to taking off all your clothes before the full moon. Unless you want to hunt for a new outfit every time. It's a pain believe me.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

An awkward silence fell to the room. Em fiddled with the hem of her shirt and Remy looked around looking for something that he could make a conversation of. The moose looked at them judgingly.

“So, uh, we have just one bed,” he said then. “Maybe we could take turns in sleeping in it? There's some blankets in the wardrobe so other can very well sleep on the floor or something.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Em said. She'd want to clean the floor at least though if she were to sleep on it. Luckily there was a broom in one corner of the room so she didn't have to start hand picking all the trash.

“Umm, I think I'll go outside to look for some more food. You can eat fish right?” Remy said then clearly very eager to get out.

“Yeah, fish is fine.”

“Great. You can go outside if you want to but don't wander off too far so you don't get lost, I'll show you around later okay? There's water in that bucket if you need to drink and some kind of biscuits in the cupboard. So, uhh, enjoy.” Having said that, Remy almost ran outside. Em was left standing in the middle of the floor a bit confused.

She walked to the bed and sat on its edge looking around the room. Was this her life now? Living in some barren shack in the middle of nowhere with a guy she didn't even know? Would they turn into some kind of wildlings that ate roots and insects? Would someone find them and they'd be on the news? “Campers attacked by two unrecognizable creatures over pancakes – Could this be Bigfoot?”

But on the other hand, nothing was really keeping her there. If she wanted to leave, she most likely could. But the thought of that felt even more scary. What could she do alone? This chain of thoughts made the whole idea of being a werewolf, having almost attacked people, to actually start to sink in.

It felt so unrealistic but it made sense. All the weird things that had happened, all the sickness. It was because of this. She had slowly turned into a monster. She had no place anymore. If somebody found out, they'd hate her and call her a monster for sure. How could she ever go back home and try to pretend that she was just the same old Em when she was not?

Em covered her face with her hands.

“Why did it have to be me?”