text: You raise your shotgun, firing at the Albino as it charges towards you. The silver shards fly forward, but the creature rolls to the side to avoid the shot, before leaping forward. The Albino tackles you, knocking your weapon aside as it flies through the air. The beast slams into you, tackling you and sending you smashing into the earth. The werewolf's weight lands atop you. Its jaws snap down, tearing through your flesh as it bites into your shoulder. You scream, the Albino gulping down your hot blood and flesh.
  
  The Albino pulls its head up, releasing your torn flesh from its jaws, before looking down at you, your own blood dripping from its jaws onto your chest. It looks at you for a moment with an almost curious expression, tilting its head.
  
  "Come on! Fucking kill me! Kill me, you fucking bastard!" you growl. "Finish me off!"
  
  The Albino looks down at you for a second more, before turning. The Albino looks to its two pack-mates, before howling into the moon. As if answering the creature's call, the two werewolves burst off into the woods after Wyatt. The creature stares back at you for a moment with its blood red eyes, its tooth-filled mouth almost seeming to grin at you for a moment, before the creature bounds off into the woods. 
  
  You lie there, bleeding onto the earth as you try to think. The werewolves are acting with high intelligence, even for werewolves. They laid an ambush. They figured out when he hunt was happening, what your paths were and when you'd be coming. They laid out spike strips, so this isn't just the bestial monsters within coming out, they were planning this in their human forms as well.
  
  You don't know what's happening, but you know that this is just the start. These monsters have a terrible plan that you can't just let happen.
  
  A wave of darkness hits you, and for a moment, you feel like sinking into the ground. You try to fight it, but part of you wants to lie there and embrace the peaceful darkness.
  > crawl over to the radio to call the Lodge
  You find yourself crawling desperately towards the smashed up car wreck, reaching forward and dragging yourself along the ground. You manage to pull yourself to a kneeling position, before standing cautiously. You take a step forward, trying not to focus on the brutal pain in your shoulder. You slowly move towards the truck before stumbling, leaning against it as you groan in pain. Resting on the cold metal bonnet, you gasp for breath.
  
  "William. You made it," a voice groans from the wreckage. 
  
  You pause, grabbing your shotgun, before finding yourself staring at Father Féval's broken but still living body. The man is still buckled into the car wreckage, his face bloody from a cut on his forehead, his side looking like it's been completely chewed up by the werewolves. His expression is as emotionless as always, but there's a trace of weariness in his eyes. 
  
  "Father Féval!" you say, exuberant to know you're not alone in these dark woods.
  
  "They ate you up pretty well, William" Father Féval says, his accent thickening as his eyes grow weary. "We've both been bit, it seems. If we survive much longer, we're going to become just like them. The beast is within us, and it will take over soon. We should embrace the end and go into it peacefully."
  
  "No! We need to radio the lodge!"
  
  Father Féval nods down to where the radio sat, and you see it's been smashed up. The radio's been torn out, its plastic case shattered and its internal wiring shredded. Clearly, the werewolves knew what they were looking for, and targeted this specifically.
  
  "I'm sorry, William. That's not really an option anymore. It's time to face our end."
  
  "We can't let them get away with this! This werewolf pack isn't a group of psychopathic killers, they're worse. They're a planning, thinking, growing group. We can't just give up and off ourselves!"
  
  "William, your adrenaline's pumping and your mind is desperate, but we're not escaping here. Either we die here, or the beast within takes over!"
  
  "Fuck that! We have to do something! We have time before we turn! We can get help, contact the others and tell them what happened, and then we can off ourselves! But we can't do it yet!"
  
  Father Féval raises his pistols, pointing them at you.
  
  "We live by a code, William. If you're not going to go peacefully into the night, I am going to take you into it," the Catholic Priest says coldly. 
  > defend yourself and open fire
  You raise your shotgun as Father Féval fires his two pistols. The shotgun fire hits Father Féval, his chest exploding in a burst of blood and guts, his body going limp. Father Féval's bullets slam into your chest as the air is knocked out of your lungs. You collapse onto your back, blood spurting onto the ground around you as you gasp for breath. For a moment, you just feel a cold swelling through you as you're left unable to breathe, before the pain begins to burn its way through your chest. The pain rapidly begins to fade, as the world starts going dark, the pain being replaced by a brutal numbness. 
  
  Suddenly, the pain bursts through you as you begin shuddering in pain. You begin to scream, a sound which shifts into a pained howl of anguish. You can feel your body twisting and breaking, bones snapping and reforming as your limbs are stretched out longer and harder, your body shifting rapidly. Your face tears apart as it grows and twists into a snout, as your teeth begin breaking and mending. The hair rapidly bursts through your skin as it rapidly grows, coating your broken and reforged body into that of a werewolf. The pain tears at your mind and soul, and you're unable to focus on anything other than your instinct to escape it.
  
  Slowly, the pain begins to subside, but you find your mind incapable of reforming, still incapable of focusing in any regard. You feel the air blow through your fur, the smell of nearby prey, the crunching of soil under your paws. However, you feel your chest burning in pain. You feel like you have bits of burning hot coal inside your chest, but you ignore the pain. With a snarl and a shake of your head, you focus on the moment and endure it.
  
  Your ears flick as you hear a group of howls deep in the woods. Yes... that's it. Your brethren. Find them. Instinct takes over, and you find yourself sprinting through the woods, howling into the sky.
  > The Hunt!
  You sprint through the woods, eyes scanning the trees. The smell of blood fills your nostrils as the hunger in your stomach threatens to grow so large that it'll consume you. Your ears perk as you hear the sound of branches cracking nearby, and you quickly find the source.
  
  Prey. Food. Flesh! Hunger! KILL! FEED!
  
  You ignore the pain running through your belly that screams at you to feed, and you ignore the burning pain that erupts from your chest, the same burning pain that you can't quench, the hot coals seeming to burn without ever cooling. The hunger fills your belly, as you roar and scream towards the sky, instinct causing you to focus in on the prey ahead of you. Its eyes swivel as it notices you, and it darts off into the forest. 
  > kILL!
  You burst forward, sprinting ahead as you hurry through the forest after the creature. You're far faster than that, and you find yourself on its tail, growing closer and closer. You rapidly follow the animal, growling with hunger as you get closer and closer to your meal. Its sprint is wonky, at least one of its four legs seems to be hurt, which means that it doesn't have a chance to escape you. You keep close on its tail, though it manages to keep slightly ahead of you. It doesn't matter. All you need is one mistake.
  
  The creature stumbles, giving you the chance you need. You pounce forward, tackling the animal as you send it slamming into the earth, pinning it to the ground. You bare your teeth, jaws darting forward as you land your jaws on the its neck, tearing through it with ease. You pull back, tearing out the its throat as a wave of blood flows free. The creature spasms in its death throes, before going still. 
  
  BLOOD! HUNGER! FEED! 
  > fEED!
  You jam your head into the corpse of your prey, tearing off mouthfuls of flesh as you lift your head and gulp down the flesh. You begin drinking down warm blood, feeling the thick liquid coating the inside of your mouth and throat as you enjoy the delicious meal. You tear through the prey's chest, pulling ribs aside to get to the delicious insides, allowing you to scoff down as much meat as you can fit in your mouth with every bite.
  
  However, pain distracts you from your meal for a moment, as you feel the burning in your chest rapidly get worse. Your blood is beginning to feel like its boiling as your nerves are set alight. However, this pain does nothing to distract you from the terrible hunger that runs through your body.
  > ignore the pain! FEED!
  You ignore the burning pain, jamming your body further into the corpse as you feed, wolfing down mouthfuls of flesh and steaming blood. You continue devouring, flesh, intestines, lungs and other organs. You soon find yourself chewing at little more than bloody bones, having devoured the entire carcass with ease. You lick your lips, tasting the blood of your kill on your tongue, your nostrils filled with the pungent and delectable smell of your last meal.
  
  Your belly full, you lift your head into the hair and howl. Soon, an array of howls answer you, deeper into the forest. With a bestial smile, you burst off into the forest, ready to meet your brothers.