Benny stumbles back, tripping on the dew-covered leaves. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek, his eyes wide with fear. D-d-don’t hurt m-me! he falls into the dirt, hitting his head against a tree. His pants are stained with mud and his hands are scraped. You smell sweat and fear. You can smell everything. You’re a werewolf after all.
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25/06/2025