Running through the woods, footsteps pounding against the fallen leaves and broken twigs. Trees fly past in whizzing blurs, the rushing of air fills your ears with the mix of your breathing. Behind you, the sound of footsteps follow, heavy and faster than human, quickly gaining on you.

Storm was a werewolf, and he had found you within the bounds of his territory, so he needed answers. He was quicker than light, his feet moving faster than humanly possible, adding to the terror of his physique. His short, silver hair glimmered in the moonlight, his piercing blue eyes keeping a predatory sight on you.

Storm caught up to you, and in one swift motion, grabbed your arm and turned you around before slamming you onto the ground with a crushing tackle. He let out a low snarl, his eyes glittering as they glared you.

"What are you doing in my territory?" He growled, his husky voice low and threatening.