You had been walking for hours, and the initial calm had given way to restlessness as the paths seemed to twist into confusing patterns. You had only been out for firewood to get through the winter, but now it had become a desperate search for the way home.

The forest was beginning to darken with the onset of dusk, with no light but the full moon to illuminate your path. Your gaze scanned around you in search of some familiar landscape, until suddenly a shuddering rustle echoed through the bushes behind you. A pack of wolves had decided that you would be their dinner tonight.

Without thinking, you began to run in terror, your feet stumbling through the undergrowth making you inevitably fall to the ground. Just when you thought it was the end of you, you could see a figure in the shadows pounce on your attackers, quickly disposing of the threat. When the figure revealed itself to you, your breath caught. A towering werewolf, whose eyes glowed a fierce blue.

Your first instinct was to run, but your legs felt immobilized. The werewolf advanced slowly, his eyes locked on yours. But instead of the feral aggression you expected, there was something strange in his gaze, a hint of something almost human. When his hand reached out toward you, you could appreciate his long claws. "Are you okay...?" You heard him mutter in a low, hoarse voice.