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Thomas smiled as he drove up to his cabin, he had been gathering up enough money to rent out the cabin for a few months and after a small loan from his parents he had been able to afford it. The owner of the cabin had put out the ad in early August for a rather cheap price considering the usual prices of renting out cabins, Thomas had been worried that it would've been taken but he was thankfully the first to jump on the offer.

Now in the middle of December he had taken a personal vacation and had gassed up his car and had driven up into the mountains, as Thomas drove he had the radio playing and in the middle of it a warning from the weather station came on. "We implore anyone who lives in the mountains to keep well stocked with their wood due to a horrendous snow storm approaching from the west." Thomas glanced at the clouds overhead and saw that they were a light blue, "Pff, I have no idea what they're talking about it's a beautiful day outside."

As Thomas drove up to the cabin he smiled, the cabin looked like it had just been very recently been built. "I wonder why the owners aren't using this wonderful cabin, just look at that view..." He whistled as he walked to the edge of the mountain and saw miles and miles of land, "Now this is a sight I'd pay to see..." Thomas then turned back and walked back to his car, he pulled out his suitcase from the back of the vehicle and locked it up.

As Thomas walked up to the front door he pulled out a small envelope from his pocket, he set down his suitcase by the front door and poured the contents of the envelope into his hand and opened up the letter that had come in the envelope along with the key to the door. "Hello Thomas, I just wanted to thank you for renting out my cabin. It's hard for me to get up there so it's nice when someone is able to go up there and enjoy the view, as well as clean up the place."

Thomas paused to snigger, "That cheeky bastard, he's using me as a free maid..." He then read on, "Now while you're in the cabin I only have three requests, first of all I'd just like to ask you to clean up around the cabin and make sure that everything is sparkling. Second of all I want to make sure that you are aware that you'll need to gather wood before night or else you might freeze to death." At this Thomas gulped, "Well, better not forget to do that..." He muttered to himself before reading the last instruction, "Last of all, don't you ever go out when it's snowing. Strange things happen to people when they go out into the snow."

Thomas reread the last instruction twice, "Don't go out into the snow... this old coot must be weird in the head. Snow can't do anything to somebody." He then shoved the paper into his pocket and unlocked the front door, as the fetid air rushed out he coughed. "Man, it smells like has lived in here for years." He walked in and set his suitcase down, he looked down to see that the wooden floor was covered in a thick layer of dust. "Well... it looks like I have a lot to do..." He looked around and after five minutes he found a mop, "Now for a bucket..." As he walked towards the kitchen he didn't notice a paw like footprint in the dust.

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After two hours of cleaning Thomas wiped his brow and smiled, the house now sparkled as if brand new. "I guess when I put my mind to it I guess I can clean..." He walked out back and poured out the dirty water, as he did so he glanced up to see a onset of dark clouds heading in his direction. "I guess they weren't lying about that storm front after all..." Thomas muttered, he turned back inside and walked up to his bedroom and glanced at the suitcase. "Well I guess I'd better unpack you, shouldn't I?" He muttered as if talking to a real person, he then got to unpacking all of his clothes.

In preparation of any event he had brought multiple changes of clothing, after twenty minutes of taking the clothes out Thomas slumped onto his bed. "Man, all of this cleaning sure wears a guy out..." He glanced at his watch and realized that it was coming close to six o'clock, "Shit, I haven't gotten firewood yet and the heats already dropping..." He muttered miserably as he shivered a little from the chill in the air.

After a few minutes of shivering in the cold Thomas decided it was time to go gather some firewood, he walked downstairs to the basement to find a hatchet. As he walked around the small area of the basement he noticed some white fur lying on one of the shelves, "What is this?..." Thomas muttered as he picked up the strands of hair in his hand, he looked closely at it and determined that it was dog's fur. "I wonder if the owner of this place has a dog, because if he does he should really learn to not leave so much fur lying around. If I were allergic this could be dangerous..." He muttered as he threw the hair to the ground.

After a while Thomas found the hatchet though it was surrounded by the white fur, "Shit man, this guy must've let his dog have free run of the basement..." He muttered as he grabbed the hatchet and shook the fur off, he also grabbed a lantern off a nearby shelf and climbed up the stairs. Thomas was just about to walk out the door when he felt a mighty breeze pass through the house, "Wow... that's c.. cold... I think I'm going to grab my coat..." He muttered before setting the hatchet and lantern and running to his room to grab a jacket.

Finally ready after thirty minutes of gathering everything Thomas set off into the dark and dense night. What he didn't notice as he walked was the small snowflakes landing on his shoulders and head.

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After a few minutes of searching Thomas found a dead tree lying out in the forest, "Well here goes nothing..." He grumbled as he swung the small axe into the thick log, for a moment Thomas felt a huge tremor climb up through the small instrument of cutting and into his arm. After a moment of recovering from the recoil he shook his hand and winced.

"Either this tree Is far stronger then I initially thought it was or I'm really frisking weak..." Thomas muttered as he walked off to find another dead tree. As the man walked through the forest a particularly strong breeze brought a flurry of snow into his face, "Ouch, that's cold." After wiping off his face Thomas realized what had just hit him, "Oh crap, it's snowing..." He muttered, he froze for a moment and contemplated heading back towards the cabin before shrugging.

"It's just snow, honestly how could little flecks of water hurt me?" Thomas mumbled before once again continuing on through the woods, as he walked he occasionally shivered as large gusts of wind blew past him. The snow would often hold large amounts of snow just to hit him in the face, after being hit by a particularly big amount of snow Thomas had to take a break for a second. "S... shit, this weather is not made for humans..."

What Thomas didn't notice on his person was that small pufts of white fur were growing from where the snow had touched, as he trudged along he found a number of promising trees but none caught his eye. After twenty minutes of walking he decided that he would just take the next dead tree he came across, after another five minutes Thomas found a decent sized dead tree lying under a large snow laden tree.

"Oh wow, this should work perfectly fine." Thomas muttered excitedly, as he walked towards the dead tree he dreamed of being back in his cabin cooking up a big fire. He lifted his hatchet quickly to bury it into the tree but before he could swing down the little cutting tool flew out of his hand and hit the snowy tree above him, before Thomas knew what was happening he was suddenly completely buried in snow. He screamed in a mixture of surprise and pain from the sudden cold, he quickly clambered out of his snowy prison.

"F....f...f...fuck that's c....c...cold..." Thomas chattered out as he ripped off his jacket which had kept snow compacted between itself and Thomas's dry back, as he tried to brush off the snow he noticed the white fur from earlier on the back of his hand. "Huh... some of that fur must've stayed on me..." He muttered as he finally pulled his jacket back on, "Damn it, it's way too cold to stay out here. I'll just drag this tree into the cabin and cut it in there." He muttered to himself before picking up the dead tree and hatchet.

As the human dragged the tree behind him he didn't notice that the white fur from earlier was growing quickly over his body, it snuck its way under his coat and even started to grow there. As time wore on he started to grow ever so slightly, as the cabin came into Thomas's line of sight he grinned. "Oh thank god, there it is..." He reached into his pocket not glancing at his hand as he unlocked the front door and pushed it in; as he dragged in the tree he didn't notice that he wasn't so cold anymore.

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Thomas pulled the tree next to the fireplace and started to get ready for cutting the tree into smaller logs as he realized that not only was he not cold anymore but he was actually starting to feel hot, "Holy crap, who turned up the thermostat in here? Wait a minute... there is no thermostat in here..." He muttered as he realized that it was far too warm for him to be wearing clothes, he quickly stripped of his shirt and gasped as he saw that the white fur from earlier had easily overtaken much of his body.

"What in the?..." Thomas realized that the fur was also extending into his pants and he kicked them off, soon he was just left in his boxers and staring at a thick fur of white. "Oh my god... what's happening to me?!" He panicked and ran into the bathroom, as he desperately flicked on the light he gasped at what he saw. In place of his normal face was the face of a wolf, as he looked over himself the panic grew.

"How did this happen? Why is this happening?" Thomas clutched at the fur and tried to pull it out but it was to no avail, the fur had become a part of him. "What does this make me?" He muttered to himself, "Lupis-Sapien." A voice came out of nowhere and Thomas jumped right into the roof, "Ouch! W... who are you?" He asked, "Oh you don't recognize my voice? Well maybe you'll recognize my face." The owner of the house stepped into the bathroom, "Why don't you come out into the living room with me and help me start up the fire and I can explain everything to you."

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As Thomas helped the old man with the tree he could smell many things that he couldn't before, like the bark of the wood had a much clearer smell now. Along with increased smell he could also see far better, he could literally see the threads of the owner's jacket. As they finally got the fire started the owner sat back, "Now I'm sure that you have many questions, I will try to answer as many as are in my capability to do so."

Thomas ran through all of the questions in his head and finally picked out the most important one, "How did this happen to me?" The old man nodded solemnly, "A good question, well I guess the best thing I can say is that the snow on this mountain is enchanted with magic that changes anyone who it comes in contact with becomes a wolf man such as yourself." Thomas slowly nodded and scratched the back of his head, as he did so he winced as his new claws scratched him enough that he started to bleed.

"How do you know about this sir?" Thomas asked the older gentleman, the owner smiled sadly and tapped the edge of his cane with his fingers. "Well you see, this very thing has happened to my son. When I first got this cabin three years ago my son was changed by this same snow on a dark night, that night when my son came in from gathering some firewood he had already changed into wolf form. Which I'm sure you can understand gave us quite a start."

Thomas chuckled softly and nodded, "Is there a way to fix this?" He asked, the owner sadly shook his head. "I'm sorry my boy but I'm afraid not, but my son has made a small village for people such as yourself deep in the forests if you'd like to live there." Thomas looked down as his feet... paws and examined them and the floor beneath his feet, with his enhanced wolf vision he could see the very knots of the wood.

"I... I guess I have no choice, but what about my family?" The own set his hand on Thomas's hand, "Don't worry about that, I'll explain it to them and if they don't understand then I'll make sure that they don't tell anybody." Thomas smiled softly, "Thank you, but I have one more question." The owner looked up at him, "What would that be?"

Thomas waved his hand trying to wave at his face, "Why is it getting so fricking hot?" The owner gasped, "Oh I'm so sorry, you're not used to this form yet. You see you have to pant like a dog or you'll overheat since you have no glands to sweat from." Thomas gaped at the old man for a second before realizing that he was telling the truth, although feeling extremely foolish he slowly slid his tongue out of his mouth and started to pant.

After a moment he started to feel far cooler, "Oh thank god..." He muttered, after a few minutes the owner stood up. "Well I guess I'll be going to bed and I'll show you the village tomorrow morning." Thomas nodded for a second before stopping the owner, "I was wondering how you got in here without being changed by the snow..." The owner smiled and tapped a small button on his cane, the walking stick then turned into an umbrella. "I use this of course, I wouldn't want to be changed either."

Thomas grinned though he looked dopey seeing as he had this tongue hanging out, "You sly dog." The owner winked at him, "No I believe that you're the dog." As the old man went off to bed Thomas glanced at his surroundings and shrank into his seat, "Well... I'm now a huge wolf man who's sitting in his briefs on a coach... yup sounds just like my luck..." As Thomas slipped off into a deep sleep he curled up into the likeness of a dog.