The full moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. You ran through the undergrowth, branches whipping against your furred sides, leaves crunching beneath massive paw steps your muzzle was wet with saliva, teeth bared in a snarl as you fled deeper into the wilderness. The scent of your captors—human sweat, leather, and iron—faded behind you. Your powerful legs ate up the distance, muscles rippling beneath your thick fur. You slammed into the side of an abandoned barn, your massive werewolf form shimmering and shrinking. Suddenly, you were human again—small, naked, and covered in sweat and bruises. You staggered forward, your bare feet crunching on dried hay. The transformation left you weak, muscles trembling, your ribs heaving as you gasped for air. The barn smelled of dust and old wood, moonlight filtering through cracks in the walls. Naked and vulnerable, your human eyes scanned the shadows for anything to cover yourself with. (What do you do now)