You stand up, weakly standing. You find what little strength remains in you, and decide to get out of there. You want to see the moon one last time. You take up a jog, hurrying as quickly as you can. The armory's located relatively close to a way out of the mineshaft, so you break into a run, hurrying through the mine shaft. You run as fast as you can, hurrying along the pathways.


A werewolf appears in front of you, and you fire your shotgun, blowing a gaping hole in the beasts neck and putting it down. You keep running forward, leaping over the dying beast as it falls quickly. You keep heading with as much speed as you can, using your senses to avoid werewolf patrols as you hurry ahead. Suddenly, you see it. The beams of pale moonlight descending from the sky, beaming into the edge of the mineshaft. Seeing it so close, you continue running, quickly, making 


You stumble out of the mineshaft, heading out into the moonlight once again. You hurl yourself forward, scampering out into the light as you collapse on the ground, breathing heavily. You turn your head, staring back to the mineshaft.


About twenty seconds later, the ground shakes as the mineshaft erupts, flames bursting along the mine shaft as the mine shaft collapses in on itself, earth collapsing in to fill the tunnel. The ground shakes as the sky roars, ash and smoke billowing up towards the sky. You laugh, a freeing sound as you shake off all your worries and stress, your terrors and your nightmares, and just lets you feel free for the first time tonight.


You feel the beast prowling in your heart, tearing at your body as it tries to get free. Your shotgun is heavy as your hands, as you stare at the smoke pour from the collapsed mineshaft, billowing up into the sky. The howls that have permeated the night are over, and the moon's power wanes in the sky. It'll be an hour or two before the sun rises, but you're finished here. 


Your mission is complete, your allies avenged. With the werewolf pack defeated, you feel nothing but relief. You rest your tired head on your shotgun, staring ahead.

You watch the smoke billow up

You stare at the rising plumes of smoke as they ascend into the sky, the brightness of the moon struggling to shine through the smoke. You watch as the sky slowly grows dark, as darkness crowds around the corner of your vision, slowly moving inward as you grow weak. Soon, you find yourself being pulled into the darkness as your vision goes dark, your body growing still.


Suddenly, the pain bursts through you as you begin shuddering in pain. You grit your teeth, trying to hold in your urge to scream as you feel the change one more time. You struggle to defeat the beast inside your soul, but you're too weak and exhausted to do so, as the beast consumes your broken spirit with ease. You growl, your body twisting and breaking as you're torn apart and reformed into your lupine form. The pain is almost familiar to you now, as you quickly turn to the predator body that your instincts are familiar with. As you shake and shudder with pain, you find turned back to the brutal beast that has been residing in your heart this entire time. 


Slowly, the pain begins to subside, but you find your mind incapable of reforming, still incapable of focusing in any regard. You shake your head with a growl, feeling the air blow through your fur, the smell of nearby prey, the crunching of soil under your paws. With your human form broken and exhausted, the beast is able to shake off any remaining onces of anger. You feel the powerful call of the moon above you, feeling relieved and stronger than ever.


Yes... that's it. It calls. Survivors of the pack, out hunting when the mines collapsed. They're scared, terrified, looking for a leader. You are that leader. Suddenly, instinct takes over, and you find yourself sprinting through the woods, howling into the sky.


An array of howls answer back, and you follow the call, answering with your own powerful howl.


Wolves. Pack. Call! Strong! POWER! HUNT! 


Now is your moment to gather the wolves, the beast within finally coming to howl in the light of the moon.