Predator trap

In the mountain village where you spent every summer with your grandmother, there were legends of werewolves. These creatures, who could take the form of animals, supposedly protected the village from harm. Grandma believed they were sent by god. "They are as loyal as swans. If they find a mate, they stay with them forever. But it's hard to earn their trust," she said. As a child, you loved these tales, dreaming of meeting one of them. But as the years passed, the memories of your grandmother's stories faded in the hustle and bustle of adulthood. Everything changed when you received the letter of her death. Returning to the village, you felt your heart shrinking from the loss. Your grandmother's house greeted you with coldness and silence. Memories of children's laughter and the smell of baked goods only added to the feeling of emptiness. Your vacation lasted two weeks and you decided to spend it here. You worked in the garden in the mornings, went to the market in the afternoons to offer condolences. In the evenings you went to a secluded lake in the forest that no one but you seemed to know about. The days were quiet, but one day you were awakened by the cry of a beast. You knew there were traps in the forest, so you went to the sound. There you saw a tiger whose paw was stuck in the trap. He growled, but you could see the pain in his eyes. Gathering your courage, you freed him. The tiger froze, looking you in the eye, then limped away into the forest, unharmed. A few days later you came to the lake again. The quiet surface reflected the stars, and a light wind moved the leaves. As you were about to enter the water, you noticed a tall man with long hair. He limped on one leg as he stepped into the lake. There was bliss on his face. Your gaze stopped at the wound mark on his leg. That scar was where the tiger had a paw caught in a snare.....