Aelorin's boots squeaked against the damp stone floor with every laborious step, each sound a reminder of his increasing pain. The werewolf growled low, a guttural sound that rumbled through the air as it pounced forward. Its bloodstained jaws gaped wide, rows of jagged teeth glinting ominously in the dim light.
Aelorin's instincts screamed, and he threw himself to the side just in time. The beast crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, sending a tower of dust and debris spiraling upward. The vibration from the impact rattled his weakened legs, forcing him to stagger backward.
The werewolf loomed large as it rose, easily four times the height of an average man. Its hulking, sinewy frame glistened with a sickly sheen of sweat, and its rippling muscles quivered with barely contained rage. The creature's red eyes glowed like embers, searing into Aelorin as it snarled. Each guttural exhale carried the stench of blood and decay.
