My mother used to tell me about the supernaturally unknown that in lived the woods at the back of our old home. She said that's why we moved to Chicago where my mom remarried. She never stopped with the stories, though the horrifying thing was how she told them like she had lived them, like they were real. On my parents 5th anniversary they where in a car crash with a drunk driver. It's been 2 years of living in it and now I'm 18 and can finally get out of foster care. So now I'm moving back, to the small town from my moms old stories. Used to they didn't scare me, but know I'm horrified at the fact the scariest story has come to life, kidnapped me and claims I'm his Mate. Whatever that is.