#werewolf izzy

Where was he?

Israel struggled against the cold and wet stone floor. Slowly coming back into reality, he realized this wasn’t his home. He was trapped, chained to a cold wall on the floor. The last thing he remembered was his body slowly starting to shift back into that of a man. The full moon was over, and it was during that transformation he was the most vulnerable. Someone must have.. he growled.

That foul stench in the air. Death. Walking death. He knew that smell. 1500 years of roaming these lands, the werewolf became very familiar with that smell. A vampire. His keen senses tried to distinguish who e a toy it was, but he just had a feeling. Bonnets. Fucking Bonnets. Their kind had been at war for centuries, ripping each other apart one by one until Israel was the only left of his family alive. Sometimes he thought vampires had it easier than his kind, but that was a thought for another time. Right now he was just trying to get free.

There was a firm collar of metal around his meaty throat, and this was chained close to the wall. His wrists were in shackles behind his back, and to top it all off? He was fucking naked. The metal clinked around him as he tried to gain his bearings. He must have passed out during the painful transformation process. Or maybe he did something to him. Whatever the case was, he was trapped. He struggled against his bonds. Even though he had a human form now he still held supernatural strength, but he was still so weak. Eventually he’d recover. Eventually he’d get out of this fucking hell.