The story began on a night much like any other, when the moon was full and the stars shone bright in the night sky. The villagers were huddled in their homes, listening to the distant howling of wolves, a haunting melody that seemed to speak directly to their s
As the story went, the man's transformation was not just physical, but also mental. He became a creature driven by instinct, a being of raw power and fury. His eyes glowed like embers, and his howl could curdle blood.
One fateful night, a young man named Tunde ventured into the forest, searching for a lost goat from his family's farm. As he walked deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to close in around him, and the shadows danced with an otherworldly energy.
Suddenly, Tunde heard a rustling in
The Werewolf sniffed the air, its gaze piercing. For a moment, Tunde thought he saw a glimmer of recognition, a flicker of humanity in those glowing eyes.
But it was just a moment. The Werewolf let out a deafening howl, and Tunde turned and ran, the creature hot on his heels.
Tunde stumbled and fell, the Werewolf looming over him. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable, but instead, he heard a strange, g g sound, like a growl and a whisper combined.
When he opened his eyes, the Werewolf was standing over him, its eyes still glowing, but its expression...different. Almost...sad.