Go to the book shop alone

"Yeah." You nodded, approached Fran, and gave her a morning kiss on the forehead, "How about later we meet at the Orchid Garden and have lunch together? I heard their fried fillet is delicious."

"Sure. Let's meet at 12." Fran kissed you on the cheek in return before she headed toward the door, "Be careful, alright? See you soon!"

"I will..." You took a deep breath.

The book shop was not far from the hotel, as it took you 10 minutes to get there on foot. The building had the same style as the others, but it looked a little older. The wooden sign above the door, carved with "G&M Book Shop", was slightly faded yet still exuded a warm, inviting charm.

You pushed open the creaky wooden door, and a bell above tinkled softly, announcing your arrival. A young woman with short brunette hair, dressed in a pink casual skirt suit, sitting by the counter, lifted her head and looked at you curiously.

I thought Cole said the owner was a guy, you frowned curiously as you slowly walked into the shop.

"Hi, there, mister! You must be new in town! I haven't seen you before!" The woman greeted you in an energetic tone, "My name's Grace. My brother went to the market this morning, so I'm covering for him. Do you need a guide?"

"Well, yes, please." You smiled and approached her, "I'm looking for some folklore or history books about this town."

"Folklore and history, huh? Are you here for research?" Grace's eyes lit up and she leaned forward slightly.

"Kind of."

"Well, you've come to the right place." She stood up, gesturing for you to follow and led you into the hall where dozens of shelves stood quietly, "We have tourists' guidebooks here, but if you're looking for some old-fashioned stuff, you might want to check those over there."

Grace pointed to the farthest shelves, and you walked right towards them. The shelves were clearly dustier than the others, and the books were not much better. You didn't even doubt that more than half of the books had seen more days than you.

"Do you need anything else?" Grace stared at you with a strange smile. Somehow you felt uncomfortable around her.

"No. I'd like to spend some time reading here. Thank you." You replied gently and walked deeper between the shelves. A part of you just wanted to get away from her.

"Okay. You can call me if you need anything. Enjoy your day!" Grace nodded and walked away.

You felt relieved when you heard her footsteps receding. You took a deep breath and finally began to check the books. One of them with the name "Tales of the Wolves" caught your eyes. You grabbed it from the shelves and noticed the edges of its pages were soft from years of being turned.

You flipped open the first page and smelled a faint musty scent of old paper. To your surprise, the author didn't leave their name, but the handwriting inside was elegant yet slightly shaky, as if they had written with great care.

The story began with a description of the town's founding, mentioning a pack of black wolves that were said to have guided the first settlers to take shelter in the mountains to survive the winter. The protagonist, a young man named Ralph, found a large deposit of moonstone ore and therefore, built the Howland Town as we know it today.

Is it why there are paintings of wolves in the hotel room? You wondered.

You spent the next 20 minutes reading the story and found it mainly focused on the friendship between Ralph and a female black wolf. You doubted how much of this story was real, since the wolves in it were almost sentient. They could even understand human feelings.

As you continued reading, your eyes widened as a terrifying thought began to occupy your mind.

What if, the wolves being sentient was just a cover left by this unknown author, and they were actually werewolves?

Your hands tightened around the book, and the musty pages felt cold against your fingertips. The idea seemed absurd at first, but the more you thought about it, the more it stuck in your head. You flipped through the pages faster, scanning for any clues that might support or debunk this wild theory.

A floorboard next to you suddenly creaked, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. You spun around with your heart pounding, and Grace was just there, standing only a meter or two away from you, with a cup of water in her hand.

"Oh my... You scared me, Grace." You closed the book and looked at the woman. Something about her felt terribly wrong.

"I'm sorry. I thought you might need some water." She smiled and handed you the cup. You stood still for a few seconds, refusing to take the cup, so she just put it on an empty spot on the shelf. "May I have your name, mister?"

"Uh... James..." You replied reluctantly.

"James..."

Grace repeated it and came closer, while staring at you with a lustful look on her face. Instinctively you backed away to keep your distance, but all you were doing was being cornered deeper inside. She suddenly took off her skirt suit and threw it on the floor, leaving only a bra and underwear on. She gently bit her lower lip and kept coming forward.

"What... what the hell are you doing?" You had no idea what was going on. You should definitely push this mad woman aside and run out of this creepy book shop, but your body refused to. You looked at her white bra and found yourself salivating.

"I don't know... You're so... Strong and attractive... Like him... Mm..." Grace let out a low moan as she grabbed her breasts and kept approaching.

You shook your head and tried to clear your mind, but that didn't help at all as you found yourself with nowhere else to run.

"I'm not this kind of person usually, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, about your... manly thing..." Grace blushed and winked as she threw away the white bra, revealing her bouncing breasts and pink nipples. "I think you're still thirsty... because I am."

Grace pinned you against the wall and grabbed your chin with her tiny fingers, and stared at you with an inviting look. Her brown eyes were captivating and you could feel her soft breasts pressing against your chest.

You felt a compelling urge to grab her butt and taste her entirely, as your manhood down there began to erect and throb, and your skin was burning hot.

What the hell... Why can't I... You screamed inside your head but you couldn't hold yourself together much longer. Your mind was the only thing you had control of now, and you were losing it every second.

"Take me..." Grace whispered and closed her eyes. Her lips were soft and juicy, and you were really thirsty.