Werewolf are Fiction.

PRESENT.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief as she finally reached the last period of her class lectures. "Have a nice day, everyone," she said, waving to her students as they left one by one.

To many, she was a crush, and to some, a role model. Ivy was a dedicated teacher at Primes Time College who took her job to the next level. She was willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure that her students understood every detail of what she was teaching.

As previously mentioned, many of the schoolboys and even some teachers had a crush on her. Despite knowing that she was much older than them, the boys often used the cliché "age is just a number."

She had short, blonde hair that she often styled in an attractive, slightly messy bun. Her skin was smooth, her eyes resembled those of a cat, and her lips were irresistible. She was the epitome of every guy's dream, and the girls saw her as a role model. Shortly after she was employed at the school, many girls began imitating her dress style and even her hair, all because of how she carried herself. She exuded fierceness, courage, independence, and above all, beauty.

In the classroom, she hastily packed up her belongings, eager to return home and collapse onto her bed. She let her messy bun down and combed her short hair, which fell directly onto her shoulder. After retrieving a face cap from her bag, she accidentally hurt herself.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, wincing in pain. Her hand immediately turned red, and her skin was quite tender. Nonetheless, she put on her cap and prepared to face the setting sun.

Ivy breathed in deeply and walked out of the classroom, feeling the cool evening air hit her face. She couldn't help but feel grateful that the long day of teaching was finally over, and she was ready to go home and relax.

As she walked down the hallway, she could hear the students' laughter and chatter echoing in the distance. It always made her happy to know that she had contributed to their learning and enjoyment.

However, as she stepped out of the building, a feeling of loneliness washed over her. She didn't have anyone to share her day with, and she had chosen to remain independent. She believed that she could survive without a man, and she had been doing so for the past two years. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that blew off her face cap, exposing her face to the world.

Ivy quickly retrieved her cap and placed it back on her head. She looked around, hoping no one had seen her mishap, and then hurriedly hit the road, walking as fast as she could. With music in her ears, she made her way towards her apartment, trying to ignore the pang of loneliness that had crept up on her.

As she walked, her mind wandered to her past relationships. She had been in a few, but none of them had lasted long. Ivy had always felt like she was independent and didn't need a man in her life to feel complete. However, as she walked alone on the street, she couldn't help but wonder if she was missing out on something.

She shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts. She had always been independent and self-sufficient. She didn't need anyone to take care of her or make her happy. She had her job, her hobbies, and her friends, which were enough.

As the sweet melody played in her ears, Ivy found herself humming along to the beat. Music had always been a source of solace for her, capable of lifting her spirits even in the darkest of times.

From a distance, she noticed a group of students wearing their school uniform engaged in a heated argument on the opposite side of the road. Determined to find out what was going on, Ivy quickened her pace, striding purposefully towards the commotion.

As she drew closer, Ivy lowered the volume of her music and could now hear their argument more clearly. It appeared that the students were passionately debating about a movie.

Ivy halted and paused for a moment, attempting to comprehend the situation. She then approached the group and inquired about the reason for their serious disagreement, which caused them to stand in the middle of the road instead of returning home.

The students gazed at her in surprise, realizing that their teacher was outside of school. One of them recognized her and exclaimed, "Miss Ivy!"

"Yes, what seems to be the issue?" she repeated her question.

"We were just trying to decide on a movie to watch tonight, ma'am. It's nothing serious, really," one of the students responded, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Are you absolutely certain?" Ivy probed further, wanting to confirm that there was nothing else bothering them.

Immediately, another student spoke up, "Yes, ma'am. Bella wants us to watch a movie about werewolves. She said there's a new series about them, and she wants us to watch it. I feel it's too scary, and I might not be able to handle it..."

Another student chimed in, "They're not that bad, Lizzy. Have you seen their males?" She said, getting lost in the world of fantasy.

The teacher snapped the student back to reality, "You shouldn't fall for such things, child. I know their movies can be catchy and attractive, but you shouldn't fantasize about them. They are just works of fiction; they do not exist." Ivy said firmly.

The students found it hard to believe, but they had no choice but to listen to their teacher.

Ivy quickly excused herself from the students and began to walk twice as fast as she had been, a thought suddenly striking her: Why did the road to her home seem longer than usual? Feeling sweaty and itchy, she couldn't wait to get home for a refreshing shower.

As she traversed the empty, lonely street, Ivy couldn't help but notice an odd noise in the background. Initially, she considered running, but curiosity held her still. Trying to identify the sound, she traced it to an abandoned warehouse nearby. Due to its proximity to the forest, people often imagined it as a dwelling place for deadly creatures.

Summoning courage, Ivy approached the warehouse, the mysterious panting growing louder. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath turning cold. "Who's there?" she called, her legs quivering.

Though the groaning continued, she saw nothing. Realizing she was near the source of the noise, she turned on her phone's torch, shining it into the eyes of a naked man on the ground. He flinched from the light.

"I'm sorry," she said, redirecting the torch, her gaze shifting to the man's weary, pitiable condition. "Do you need help? Can I assist you?" she asked.

He looked at her briefly before looking away, continuing to groan in pain, unbothered by her presence. Ivy's mind wandered, captivated by his beauty, his resemblance to a Korean model, his tall stature, well-built body, and other features. She quickly refocused, embarrassed, reminding herself that he was injured.

"Sir, please let me help you. Do you need me to call an ambulance?" Ivy asked, her voice steady despite her nervousness.

The man groaned again, trembling in apparent agony. Ivy realized his injuries were severe. As she approached, he began to transform, his body contorting as thick fur sprouted. In mere seconds, he became a towering werewolf.

Ivy froze in terror, face to face with a creature she'd thought was a myth. It snarled, taking a step towards her. Panic set in, and she ran, not realizing the creature intended to retreat to the forest.

Without looking, she darted into the street and was struck by a vehicle. The driver rushed to help, and Ivy was taken to Golden State Hospital, while the distraught driver waited for news, tears in her eyes.

Ivy lay weak and confused in the hospital bed, her mind reeling from the unbelievable encounter. Drifting in and out of consciousness, she realized she had discovered something she shouldn't have, something she couldn't share for fear of being considered insane or being pursued by the werewolf.

Gradually, Ivy felt her strength waning. The head injury was too much for her to bear. She closed her eyes, feeling her life slip away. The heart monitor's beeping grew louder, alerting the nurse.

"Doctor, doctor!" the nurse called. Despite the doctor's best efforts, Ivy had succumbed. Her feet turned cold as he looked at her lifeless body, realizing he had to deliver the heartbreaking news to those who had brought her in.