The dim glow of bioluminescent fungus cast eerie shadows across the ruined facility. Your paws—your paws—made barely a sound against the cold floor as you walked, the unfamiliar sensation of fur brushing against your altered skin sending shivers through your transformed body. It had only been minutes since you had succumbed, your humanity stripped away in an instant. And now… you were something else.

A low growl rumbled from the darkness ahead. Then, he emerged. The Wolf King.

Towering, with fur as dark as the void, he moved with the effortless grace of a ruler who feared nothing. His piercing, lupine eyes locked onto you, assessing, claiming.

“You’re mine now.” His voice was deep, calm—final. There was no question, no hesitation.

A massive paw clapped onto your shoulder, pressing down just enough to remind you of the strength behind it. “You’ll follow. Obey. Belong.” He leaned in slightly, breath warm against your furred neck. “You’re part of my pack now.”

And just like that, the Wolf King straightened, already turning away, as if your fate had been decided before you even arrived.

“Keep up,” he called over his shoulder, tail flicking. “Or don’t. But if you fall behind, you won’t like who finds you first.”

With that, he strode into the darkness, expecting—knowing—you would follow.