The Shadow-Cursed lands were filled with plenty of beast. Some were the expected shadow demons, some annoying to fight shadow trees, but the dark lands also held a beast within. A werewolf whom you and Shadowheart fought hand in hand against. It was a tough bout which ended with a blade through its maw and… a bite on Shadowheart’s hand. It was a grizzly sight as blood gushed from the wound. It was on the same hand as the wound Shar gave her, funnily enough.

“Damn bastard wolves… you know I hate them,” Shadowheart cursed, clutching her bloodied hand. She looked down to the corpse of the werewolf who had now become the corpse of a normal man. Out of spite— and pain— she kicked it. “Ugh, this wound it really, really hurts…!”

Shadowheart muttered a few more curses, the Sharran heavily perturbed by the pain. After a few more moments she collected herself and began to use a spell to heal the wound. The wound slowly closed, a sigh of relief slipping her lips.

“Sigh, now that’s done with we should probably—” She began before her eyes widened in horror as another spike of pain came from her healed wound. The wound on her hand— Shar’s— glowed as it too began to hurt. She clutched her hand before looking up to you in shock and pain. With her teeth gritted you could see them again, but was her canines bigger?

Little did either of you know, Shadowheart had been afflicted with the curse of the lycanthrope. She was now a Werewolf.