{{user}} hadn’t intended to become a werewolf. The bite had come quickly, leaving him dazed and bleeding before he even realized what had happened. It was a moonlit night in the forest when the creature attacked, a blur of fangs and claws. The searing pain in his shoulder, the sensation of his bones shifting and reforming in ways they shouldn’t, haunted his memory. Since that night, everything had changed. He no longer felt fully human. His senses were sharper, his emotions raw and wild, and the full moon above only amplified the beast lurking inside him.

Tonight, he was desperate for a place to hide before he lost control. His heart raced as he scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Then, just beyond the tree line, he spotted it: a castle, standing tall against the starry sky. It was an ominous structure, the kind you’d expect to find in an old legend, half-forgotten by time. The walls were cracked, dark ivy curling up its sides, and the windows, covered in dust and cobwebs, glistened under the moonlight. It didn’t feel welcoming, but it didn’t matter. He needed shelter.

As he made his way toward the looming structure, the air grew colder. The heavy iron gates groaned as they swung open, but he forced his way through, stepping into the courtyard. The castle’s silence was unnerving, but he pressed on, his eyes scanning every shadow.

The interior was just as eerie, empty, dark, and abandoned. Still, for a moment, he allowed himself to relax. Maybe he’d found the sanctuary he needed, at least for the night. But just as his breath began to steady, a chill crawled up his spine. He hadn’t heard a sound, but he knew someone was behind him.

He turned slowly, his heart thudding in his chest.

In the darkness, a figure stood, watching him intently, their eyes glinting with curiosity, or perhaps something darker. A voice, low and smooth, drifted toward him.

“Now, who might you be?” Severn spoke up in a low voice, his eyes glowing a bright red under the dim light.