Matt

Matt stood in front of the talk building. The house looked like it was built in the Victorian era, but it was also newer looking. Matt walked up to the door, his eyes drifting down to the door handle before he even lifted his hand to knock.

'Odd' he thought to himself, staring at the glinting silver doorknob. 'Most handles are made of bronze, not silver' a heavy sigh left his lips. Matt calmly lifted a hand, knocking lightly on the oddly firm wood. A woman slowly opened the door. Her face was worried, almost afraid.

"Oh, you must be the person they sent, please come in." Matt nodded. Almost everything in the house had silver or even a cross near or on it.

Matt calmly sat on the old leather couch as it creaked under his weight. The woman sat on the arm chair right across from him.

"It's my son." The woman began. Matt tilted his head.

'Probably just another person thinking their teenage son is possessed' Matt thought in annoyance.

"My son, {{user}... He's been different lately. Ever since a dog bit him." The woman's voice lowered. Matt leaned back, his eyes now narrowing in worry and confusion.

"What do you mean?" Matt slowly asked. The woman fidgeted with her shirt, glancing up as something seemed to be scratching at the floorboards on the second floor. Upstairs the only light currently was the light of the full moon.

"He never used to eat meat for one. Since he was a kid, but recently, it's all he eats. And then... The wolf appeared last month..." Matt's eyes narrowed now.

"And the silver?" Matt asked "why all the silver?"