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My fingers flex as I rise up to my feet, my movements cautious yet filled with a new found vitality. The room seems to expand, the confines of captivity shrinking in the face of my new win.
With renewed determination, I maneuver myself carefully, using the plank as leverage to widen the window further, as far as I need it. It’s a tight squeeze, and I can feel the rough edges of the wood scraping against my skin. But the pain is nothing compared to the exhilaration of progress.
Breathing deeply, I summon all my strength and manage to wiggle my way through the opening. It’s a struggle, a dance of determination and effort, but finally, I find myself on the other side, free from the confines of the room and the horrible chains that had bound me in place.
I stand in the moon lit night, the wind whispering promises of freedom. My heart races with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. But I can’t stay here and think for too long. Not if I want to get away before the men get back. This is my one and only chance.
The rush of cool night air fills my lungs as I sprint through the dense woods, the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. Freedom is a tangible sensation, a fierce determination that fuels my every stride. The branches and underbrush seem to blur as I push myself harder, putting distance between me and the confines I just escaped. I don’t want to go back there, no matter what.
My mind races with a mixture of emotions – adrenaline and a gnawing sense of urgency. The moon illuminates the forest floor in a silvery glow, casting long shadows that dance with the rustling leaves. My escape is fueled by the primal instinct to survive, to put as much distance as possible between myself and the dangers that lurk in the shadows.
But then, as if emerging from the very heart of the night, a sound slices through the air. A rhythmic, menacing noise that reverberates through the ground. The heavy, resonant thud of paws hitting the earth sends shivers down my spine. I instinctively slow down, my gaze darting around as I search for the source of the sound.
A feeling of dread settles over me as I realize I’m no longer alone. I know I have to face whatever approaches, to confront the danger that stalks me. I turn to face the unknown threat over my shoulder, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as I prepare myself for a fight.
Emerging from the darkness, a figure materializes. An enormous, majestic wolf, its eyes gleaming with an intensity that ices up my veins. The creature isn’t sprinting towards me with devious intent; it’s watching from a distance, observing me with a curiosity that feels almost... calculated. Its massive form moves with a fluid grace, each step deliberate and unhurried. I can feel its gaze upon me, a weighty presence that seems to strip away any pretense.
As the distance between us closes, I finally come to a halt, my chest heaving with exertion. I face the enigmatic wolf, my senses on high alert, ready to defend myself if necessary. The wolf’s eyes hold a wisdom that transcends mere animal instinct, and a strange connection seems to pass between us. One I can’t place just yet.
Fear spikes in my core, a cold, gripping sensation that seizes hold of my every thought. Every bit of knowledge I have on my fellow wolves races through my mind, mostly how we become feral monsters under the full moon’s influence, how our senses are heightened, and our instincts become primal. I should’ve known better than to run on a night like this, when the moon holds sway over us. Running is a mistake, one that might have deadly consequences.
But when else was I supposed to go? This is all a nightmare.
Panic surges within me as the danger of my situation hits me like a thump in the face. The creature before me is no ordinary wolf; thrice as big as my own wolf. My instincts scream at me to flee, to put distance between myself and this enigmatic presence, but I can’t seem to make my body comply.
Eventually I move a little, but only to stumble back, my heart racing in my chest, as the wolf draws closer. Its eyes gleam with an intensity that makes my blood run colder. My breaths come in ragged gasps as I try to process the gravity of the moment.
I know that under the full moon’s spell, we wolves can be unpredictable, even dangerous. We’re more likely to attack, to give in to the wildness that resides within us. The very traits that make us majestic and fierce in our natural states can become deadly when instincts take over.
This is why my father has always warned me to stay in during a full moon. A warning that I’ve never taken seriously and never heeded properly until now.
Finally, I manage to let out a scream. One so loud that my voice echoes through the trees, as the wolf circles around me, hungrily running its eyes all over my body. It moves with an eerie grace, its movements fluid and deliberate. My back hits a thicket of trees, and without a second thought, I begin to climb one of the firmer looking ones that seems sturdy enough to support my weight. I hope… because if this tree fails me, I don’t know what will happen.
Adrenaline courses through me as I ascend the tree, each branch a lifeline that offers me temporary refuge from the menacing presence below. My fingers tremble as I grip the rough bark, my gaze never leaving the wolf that paces beneath me, ready to devour me at any given moment.
The moon casts an otherworldly light on the scene, shadows dancing like phantoms across the forest floor. My heart thunders in my chest, a primal rhythm that matches the wildness of the night. The wolf’s movements are a blend of curiosity and calculated exploration, its every action a testament to the dichotomy between man and beast.
And then, with a sudden and unexpected movement, the wolf leaps on to its hind legs, its forepaws extended upward as it stretches out its back. The sight is mesmerizing and surreal; a creature of the night caught in the moon’s glow, its form elongated as it arches its spine.
The fear that has gripped me seems to meld with fascination, a strange mix of emotions that defy logic. In that moment, the wolf isn’t a mindless predator; it’s a living being, just like me.
A shiver tears down my spine as the wolf’s eyes lock on to mine. Its gaze holds a depth of understanding.
It doesn’t want to kill me,I realize.So, what does it want?
Fear still clings to my senses, but beneath it, a seed of understanding begins to take root. The wolf’s movements are too deliberate, too measured, to be driven solely by aggression. I need to see if there is something I can do, even if begging is embarrassing.
“Please,” I implore, “whoever you are, please don’t hurt me. Find the remnants of humanity within you, and set me free. I haven’t done anything wrong. Please, let me go.”
The wolf circles the tree once again, and time begins to stretch too thin for my liking. I take refuge in the tree, seeking safety from the creature that both fascinates and terrifies me, but as the wolf’s presence lingers beneath, I realize that my elevated position doesn’t guarantee my escape.
With a sudden surge of movement, the wolf bounds toward the tree, its eyes never leaving mine. Panic surges within me, my fingers gripping the branches as if my life depends on it. I wait, breathless, to see what’s going to happen next.
And then, as if in response to some unspoken cue, the wolf changes its course. It moves away from the tree, its powerful form a shadow in the moonlight. My heart races as I watch, waiting for an opportunity to present itself, an opportunity to escape.
My breaths come in shallow gasps as I evaluate my chances. My mind races, calculating the risks and benefits of making a run for it. I suppose I don’t have a choice in the matter. With my heart in my throat, I finally seize the moment. I launch myself from the tree, my muscles propelled by a surge of adrenaline. The forest floor rushes up to meet me, and I stumble forward, my feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. The surge of adrenaline fuels my every movement as I dart between trees, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m focused on putting as much distance as possible between myself and the wolf that could easily tear me apart.
But in an instant, everything changes. Before I can process what’s happening, a powerful grip closes around my neck, like a vice that snaps shut with unwavering strength. Panic surges within me, my breaths halting as I jerk to a stop.
