Meeting The Figure

Slowly, Gary began to step forward, his feet dragging almost against his will. There was something… off about the large figure standing before him.

Gary could sense it. And if this was truly a beast like him, another Werewolf, then surely it could sense him just as clearly.

Every nerve in Gary’s body was firing at once, his senses screaming in overdrive. It made him nauseous, like something deep inside was resisting his every move. Still, he pushed himself onward, ready to pivot and flee at any second.

As he moved closer, the shape ahead came more into focus. It was massive. Werewolves, of course, varied in size. The larger ones, especially those with elongated limbs, could easily stand eight feet tall when fully upright. But this…

This figure was towering, easily nearing twelve feet. It looked transformed, not just partially, but completely. If it walked through the city, there was no way it could go unnoticed.