The 1950s suburb of Maple Grove thrives on order
and propriety. Every Saturday, Mrs. Evelyn
Hartman bakes pies for the neighborhood potluck,
her hands steady despite the tremor she feels at
dusk. She’s never questioned the way her husband,
Henry, disappears for hours on end, nor the
strange silver ring he wears.
A rusted robot arrives at her doorstep, its
voice a crackling static. It calls her by name
and says it has been waiting. Evelyn’s pulse
quickens. The robot claims to be from a future
where werewolves rule, but she dismisses it as a
prank—until the moon turns bloodred and the
neighbor’s dog howls like a banshee.
That night, Evelyn finds Henry in the garage,
his eyes glowing gold. He doesn’t recognize her.
The robot warns her: the pack is hunting. She
must choose—stay with the man she loves or flee
with the machine before the full moon binds them
forever.
The next morning, the town is silent. No one
remembers the wolf that prowled the streets,
only that Evelyn’s house is empty and the robot
is gone. A new family moves in, but the ring on
the front porch remains, gleaming in the sun.
