#werewolves?

They had caught up faster than you’d anticipated, faster than you’d actually thought possible, given what little you’d come to know about your kind.

Already you could hear them fighting to get inside, the makeshift barricade you’d put into place, getting quickly broken down. As soon as they had gotten past that, there was very little that would be stopping them from reaching you, and even if you did manage to transform by then, there would be no outrunning them, not with the frankly terrifying amount of speed they had displayed whilst hunting you down. 

You were surprised you’d managed to outrun them for as long as you had, honestly.

You knew damn well that you shouldn’t have gotten so close to their territory. Even though you hadn’t crossed into it, you’d still been far too close to be mistaken as someone passing through again, especially since you knew they’d already caught your scent once before.

....But you’d been so hungry.

How long had it been since you’d had a decent meal? Or hell, even a decent place to rest?

Ever since you had turned, it felt like you’d been constantly running. At first it had simply been in order to escape the ones that had turned you, their cruelty leaving you terrified of all others of your kind, and leaving you stuck trying to fumble your way through your new way of life on your own. And after having had a rather unsavoury experience with yet another pack, not long after you’d escaped your first, you’d quickly taken to desperately avoiding any and all packs you came across from that point on.

Over time, you’d gradually learnt how to fend for yourself whilst staying under the radar, carefully edging around any territories you came across and making sure that anyone who did catch your scent, only thought you were passing through, as they tended to ignore the ones doing so.

Now however, you’d gone and fucked it all up, all because you had given into the aching hunger you’d been struggling with after a couple of months of bad hunts and lack of funds.

Cursing your stupidity silently, you finally managed to scramble to your feet, fully transformed, just as they burst through the door in a shower of splinters. 

Hackles raised, you snarled at them as you hesitantly backed up towards the window, unsure if you could make such a jump even with your enhanced agility and healing. Against your will, you felt your tail curl between your legs and ears fold back, as you finally saw just how much bigger and healthier they looked compared to you, the realisation that you wouldn’t be able to take even one of them on, let alone multiple, making the feeling of dread sink in even faster.

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