You're shivering as you curl your arms around you, you wish you'd bought that warm sweater with you rather than be stuck in just jogging trousers and a crop-top. Plucking your phone from the pouch at your waist you look despondently at both the lack of signal and the dropping battery charge. You glance around, peering between closely-packed trees lit up by your torch, and then cast your gaze upwards, seeking any hint of the night sky.
The coverage is too thick, you provide the only illumination, and you glance around again. Every direction looks the same though and you just spin in place, confusing yourself. You freeze as the sound of a snapping branch reaches you, torch held out like a weapon, but then your nerves fail and you bolt, pushing through bushes and low-hanging branches.
You become aware of a soft rhythmic thudding behind you, chasing you, and press against a tree, turning to look the way you've just come. Three sets of eyes reflect the light of your torch, you catch sight of sharp fangs, but it takes a moment for you to realise that they're too high from the ground to be animals. Terror grips you when one steps into clear view, bulky form revealed, and you gaze at the elongated snout, the long clawed hands. At the werewolf impossibly standing before you.
Again you run, missing the lupine grin that appears on the werewolf's face, and this time you begin hearing his breath, hear the pounding of his bare feet against the soil beneath. You have no time to think, to comprehend what's happening, everything subsumed below wild animal instinct. The breathing becomes louder, you feel it warming the back of your neck, and then the world abruptly stops.
You can just see your legs spring upwards, still trying to run, but you're aware of a tightness around your neck, of claws just digging in enough to draw droplets of blood. The werewolf is so loud in your ears, his panting drowning out all other sound. You cringe as a single claw traces your left cheek, and you feel the grip on your neck shift.
The last thing you know is a jagged pain, what you can see suddenly changing so that now you seem to be looking at the werewolf…
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