The Werewolf Chronicles

The Werewolf

Chronicles
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The late afternoon sun casts out its soft orange glow as it begins to set over the horizon. Your motorcycle trip around Bulgaria has been brilliant so far. In this beautiful part of the country you have seen mountains, forests and quaint little villages one after another all day.

You accelerate faster on your bike along the windy road in the mountains hoping to find a small town or village up ahead where you could stop for some good home cooked food, maybe sample some good Bulgarian ale and get a soft bed for the night. Rounding along the next few bends you see a small village down in the valley below. There are only a few wooden buildings grouped together, it's not much, but you have no other choice because the sun has almost disappeared over the horizon.

You stop your bike in front of an old wooden building with a soft warm light shining out through the shutters. There is a weatherworn wooden sign hanging above you that says something in Bulgarian with a picture of a wolf next to it.