Werewolf Game

to Christopher's chest. To my shock, he didn't

un around and bolted, running

bling and staggering, I eventually

large character writte

hrough me. Without hesit

pen, the sound of "creak, creak" echoing in the stillnes

a barn, yet the air reek

ight casting eerie shadows. I stepped forward cautiously,

own, I ins

ose, a sharp, metallic sc

asn't

d, still glisteni

ed to leave. But before I could take a step, the iron

ections, a haunting, piercing trumpet melod

emerged, holding torch

bubbling growls, like an ancie

und me. My head began to spin, nausea rising in my

up to me. He was hunched over,

a phone in his hand. "You

the shadows. Panic surged through me

y foot, a group of burly werew

totems. Iron chains locked my hands and feet, forcing my body into a

Then, with a swift motion, he raised his cla

gaze burning with a twisted desire. "Bef

om a clear sky. I was too stunned to react, but

chests and let ou

r returned as the werewolves lined up in an eerie procession, each receivi

ral times their original size. Their skin flushed a feverish re

me with satisfaction, nodding approvingly. "Although wolves usually ta

ws. A massive werewolf stepped forward, tearing off

th-the old one was the village chief, and he h

e werewolf, its enormous wolf head buried in the cro

ating sound of its tongue slithering over my

eath. I opened my eyes, trembling, only to be

ere tearing at my clothes

n chains held me firmly in place. The clinking of the

, the overpowering, animalistic odor

close my eyes, the werewolves surrounding me suddenl

ground with heavy thuds. In the blink of