You find yourself deep in the heart of the jungle, surrounded by the dense thicket and the unfamiliar sounds of the wild. The air is thick with humidity, and the towering trees block out most of the sunlight, casting long shadows on the ground beneath your feet. Your heightened senses, though sharp, are overwhelmed by the myriad of scents and movements in the jungle. You feel disoriented, unsure of which direction to take.

The jungle feels alive, teeming with creatures hidden in the underbrush. You’ve been wandering for what seems like hours, trying to regain your bearings, but the thick canopy and the labyrinth of paths have left you lost and vulnerable. Instinctively, your werewolf nature tries to kick in, your primal senses searching for any sign of direction or familiarity. But the jungle is vast and indifferent, making it difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

You pause, listening intently. There’s a distant rustling in the trees, the sound of movement—something or someone is out there. Is it a predator? A member of a pack? Or perhaps just another animal in the wild? You can feel your heart race as you weigh your options, your body tense, ready for anything.

As you stand in the thick of the jungle, you realize you're not just lost in this wilderness—you're being watched.