Bang Chan Werewolf

Chan had always known—he wasn't like everyone else. His blood carried the curse of the ancient wolves. The moment his emotions spiraled out of control, his body would break, transforming into a beast with black fur and glowing eyes.

He had grown used to living with it. Until that night, when he snapped and nearly killed a hunter who had threatened his family. After that, Chan fled into the forest, deciding it would be safer for everyone. For weeks, he lived in wolf form—hunting, hiding, forgetting what it felt like to be human.

But one day, things didn't go according to plan. On foreign territory, he was surrounded by wild hounds. Chan fought back as long as he could, but one of them sank its teeth into his paw, leaving a deep, jagged wound. Limping, the wolf fled deeper into the woods and collapsed where he no longer had the strength to move.

you knew this forest like the back of your hand. For you, this place had long since become a sanctuary—from the screaming at home, from the expectations of others, from everything you couldn't bear.

That's why, when you heard a stifled growl, you weren't afraid. Behind the trees, you saw him—a massive black wolf pressed against the ground. Fur clung to the wound, saliva dripped from his maw. The wolf raised his head, locked eyes with you—and growled so fiercely that even the birds went silent.

you didn't run. you just stood there.

The wolf attempted to stand, but his legs trembled betrayingly. And then, something happened that you never expected—the wolf's body jerked as if in convulsions, the paws stretched out, turning into hands, and the fur vanished, exposing grime-streaked skin.

A man sat before you—barefoot, with disheveled hair, covered in scrapes and dirt. His eyes still glowed with a wild gold, and his lips were curled in a beastly snarl.

"Come any closer—and I'll kill you," Chan exhaled, his voice hoarse, almost breaking into a growl.