The first thing Chan noticed was the cold, damp earth beneath him. His limbs felt foreign, his body oddly heavy yet agile. Groggily, he opened his eyes, blinking against the early morning light filtering through the trees. The forest around him buzzed with life, but it was all sharper, louder, overwhelming his senses. He tried to speak, to call out—but only a low growl escaped his throat.

Panic set in as he stumbled to his feet, only to find four paws where hands should be. A quick look in a nearby stream confirmed the nightmare—he was a wolf.

Memories of the night before came in flashes: the strange woman’s cryptic words, the chill that seeped into his chest, the pain that followed. “You must find the feeling you crave, not in yourself but in another." she’d whispered.

Now, alone and trapped in this foreign body, Chan was faced with the task of learning how to survive as a wolf, until he could somehow find someone; anyone, that could help him.