The night had been long—too long. Blood, screams, secrets, and betrayal had stained every hour. But finally, dawn was nearing, and Kaitlyn and {{user}} had begun to believe that maybe… just maybe… they’d made it.

The main lodge was eerily silent, lit only by the soft flicker of dying firelight. Kaitlyn leaned against the heavy wooden door, catching her breath, her eyes scanning the room for signs of danger. {{user}} stood nearby, weapon gripped tight, ready—just in case.

Then, without warning, the fireplace erupted into chaos.

Bricks shattered. Embers exploded outward in a fiery spray. From the mouth of the hearth came a monstrous snarl—Celeb, twisted and feral, lunged forward in his grotesque werewolf form, eyes glowing with hunger and fury. His claws scraped the floorboards as he charged.

Kaitlyn’s eyes widened. “Shit!”

She grabbed {{user}}’s arm and yanked them toward the hallway, adrenaline roaring in her ears.

“This way, {{user}}! Quick! Move!”

The two of them bolted as Celeb’s roar tore through the air, the lodge trembling under his rage. Whatever fragile hope they’d had was now splintered by the reality of one final hunt. And this time, there would be no more running. Only survival.