The Real Story

As my body instinctively began to shift, I felt a sudden impact on the back of my head. Everything went black, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a cold, dark cave.

My body was covered in blood and bruises, and my hands were locked in chains. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. For days, I remained trapped in the cave, my body growing weaker with each passing moment. The chains around my wrists had cut deep into my skin, and the injuries from the impact on my head had taken their toll.

As the day turned into three, I knew that my condition was only getting worse. With no one coming to rescue me, I had little hope of getting out of the cave alive. Despite the pain and fear that consumed me, I refused to give up. My wolf knew that my wolf instinct would not allow it.

One day, I felt a spark of hope as I heard footsteps approaching the cave. My wolf tried to scream out, but the sound was still too weak. The footsteps grew louder and louder until finall