To put it simply, you were running for your life.

It had been a mistake to ever go camping with your friends. Especially at a campsite deep in the woods, seemingly abandoned and overtaken with lush foliage. You heard wolves– and your group thought nothing of it. That was when the pack descended, and they weren’t simply just wolves. Their limbs contorted and cracked into beastish forms, half human and half wolf once they made themselves known. Werewolves.

You were in unknown territory, and you were running for the hills, breathing heavily and scrambling as you heard the steadfast approach of the imminent threat behind you. You glanced over your shoulder.

The one chasing you was tall and muscular, his body in a mix between man and beast. The fur that covered parts of his chest and arms were blonde, and his hair was wild and long, reaching down to his haunches. You focused on him for too long.

Before you knew it, you tripped.