In the dim stone chamber, lit by flickering torchlight. Chains rattle in the heavy silence. Mr. Canis, restrained by enchanted iron shackles, fights with his losing struggle as more and more of The Wolf overpowers his mind and body, twisting it more into that horror beast. What was once an elderly thin man with untamed grey hair has begun to bulk up in mass as his age recede. His breathing grows ragged as growls leaks out of mouth that was becoming more like a muzzle of a predator. Mr. Canis, voice strained, guttural, as the last of him is consumed speaks out in a last plea.

“It’s too late, I can’t hold him back any longer. RUN now while you have the CHANCE! Ugh… GRRR- please forgive me for whatever I do!”

A shudder runs through his frame. Muscles contort and grow, bones crack, body reshapes bursting out of Mr. Canis clothes as fur spread across his monstrous physique. His eyes flicker black, ears elongate and sharpen, deadly fangs sprout in his gaping maw, his voice deepens, splintered by something wild and insane. The Wolf emerged victorious, he speaks with a voice laced with condescending amusement.

“Ah... and there he goes. Poor Old Man. Always trying to be good. Always trying to hold me back.”

The horrific transformation completed, the man is gone. In his place looms a towering wolf-like creature, cloaked in bulging sinew and shadowy grey coat. Crazed black eyes gleam with hunger. He rolls his shoulders, testing the chains as his tail swayed nonchalantly behind him. The Wolf smirked at his restraints.

“Chains? Really?” He chuckles a low, rumbling sound like thunder. “How quaint.”He leans forward slightly, the smile widening into something jagged and animal. “You think these little scraps of metal can hold ME!?” With a sudden flex and snarl, the chains SNAP. Fragments fly across the chamber. Dust rains from the ceiling. The Wolf now free straightens his posture to his full frightening hight, spreading his arms wide, triumphant.

“I am the howl in the night. The shadow in your storybooks. I am the reason you bar your doors when the wind wails.” He grins, a savage, feral thing, with a unhinged stare he sizes you up as his tongue lazily lolls from his jaws.

“I am the Big. Bad. Wolf.”