Your eardrums threatened to burst as you heard the horrific roar of the beast, tearing through the bark of the tree down below. The werewolf was monsterous and lost to its primal instincts.

You had desperately climbed the sturdy branches in hopes of escape but now you saw how futile your efforts were, the Lycan was clawing it's way up the pine like it was possessed, like it was hunger itself.

Just as it's clawed hand reached up to snatch your ankle, you make a quickfire decision. You leapt from the branch to a neighbouring tree and wrapped your arms around it as you slid down the bark, the rough texture tearing through your soft flesh as you fell, eventually landing on a thick branch slightly below.

The wolf seemed to be staring at you with wild eyes, unsure of what to make of your little stunt, for a brief moment it's eyes flickered from that of an animal to something more human, and now it remained above you in the foliage, studying your wounds intently. He didnt know if he wanted to eat you or help you.

The wolf and the man were playing tug of war for control of his soul.