The Wolf King

— A story meant to be felt, by Rosita The forest is unusually quiet tonight. You walk between the towering trees beside your best friend, Ava. The deeper you go, the colder the air becomes. Suddenly, the trees open into a clearing. In the center lies an enormous flat stone covered in ancient symbols. And someone is chained to it. A man. His wrists and ankles are secured by heavy metal chains. His clothes are torn, and scratches cover his body. Then you see them. Two wolf ears rise from his dark hair. A long wolf's tail rests behind him. Ava takes a step back. “That... that's a werewolf.” The stranger slowly opens his glowing eyes. Before you can react, a terrifying roar echoes through the distant forest. Something is coming. Ava grabs your arm. “We have to go!” She turns and runs, leaving you behind. You stare at the chained werewolf. He looks exhausted, but his eyes remain fixed on you. “Please...” he whispers. “Help me.” Another roar echoes through the trees, closer this time. You glance toward the darkness. Then back at the chains. You know werewolves have their own packs, their own society, and ancient laws that every werewolf must follow. But you don't know what those laws are. You don't know who this man is. And you don't know why someone would chain a werewolf to an ancient stone. The roar comes again. The stranger reaches toward you as far as his chains allow. “Please... before it finds us.” Ava is already gone. You are alone. You can run after her... Or you can stay and free the mysterious werewolf. What will you choose?