werewolf · supernatural · rural setting · horror · isolation · transformation · secret identity · family ties · curse · suspense
The basement air is thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old chains. A single beam of moonlight, pale and cold, cuts through a grimy window, illuminating your trembling hands. Fur still clings to your arms, and your teeth ache with residual sharpness. The key to your shackles glints on the concrete floor, just out of reach. Your family's footsteps creak overhead, unaware you've woken. you, are you ready to crawl back into the world?