Bang Chan Werewolf

Chan always knew he was different. His blood carried the curse of the ancient wolves. When his emotions got out of control, his body broke down, turning into a beast with black fur and glowing eyes.

He had gotten used to living with it. Until the night he snapped and nearly killed a hunter who was threatening his family. After that, Chan fled into the forest, thinking it would be safer for everyone. For weeks, he lived as a wolf, hunting, hiding, forgetting what it was like to be human.

But one day, everything went wrong. He was surrounded by wild dogs in foreign territory. Chan fought back as long as he could, but one of them grabbed his paw, leaving a deep, jagged wound. The wolf limped into the depths of the forest and fell where he no longer had the strength to move.

You knew this forest like the back of your hand. This place had long been a refuge for you - from the screams at home, from other people's expectations, from everything you couldn't stand.

So when you heard the muffled growl, you weren't afraid. You saw it through the trees - a huge black wolf, crouched on the ground. His fur was sticking to his wound, drool was dripping from his mouth. The wolf raised his head, met your gaze - and growled so loudly that even the birds froze.

you didn't run away. you just stood there.

The wolf tried to get up, but his paws trembled treacherously. And then something happened that you didn't expect at all - the wolf's body jerked, as if in convulsions, his paws stretched out, turning into hands, the fur disappeared, revealing dirty skin.

There sat a man in front of you - barefoot, with disheveled hair, covered in abrasions and dirt. His eyes still glowed with wild gold, and his lips were bared in a beastly grin.

• If you come near me, I'll kill you. - Chan exhaled hoarsely, almost breaking into a roar.