What if... Werewolf Tale became a horror story in the vein of Tokyo Ghoul, The Running Man, or Battle Royale.

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Alex's grip on the makeshift spear tightened as the vegetation crunching sounds around him stopped. Despite his nightvision, he still couldn't see what was making the noise.

As he caught his breath, reached for his now lost necklace and bullet, and his thoughts went to his family and friends, his throat immediately constricted from sadness and fear. Where the hell was he? Nothing smelled familiar. What direction after this would lead him somewhere safe? He'd been running for several minutes, to no avail, or gain.

*Where are you all?*

The noises came again. Behind him.

He spun around. Nothing. His head swung left and right twice.

*Damnit, stop it. The hell do you want?*

He got only more sounds of crunching vegetation. To his left.

What he glimpsed there was the rear half of something similar to him, but much bigger. Possibly malformed.

He swallowed hard and re-positioned the spear to protect his front. After two steps back, the thing after him moved again.

Closer.

It was bigger than him. At least twice so. Even on all fours.

Red-stained white fur. Piercing red eyes. A slack jaw that allowed no noise past.

Alex's quivering body shrunk into a crouch. A whimper slipped from his lungs. If this thing broke...

The creature charged. His eyes widened. He stumbled backwards.

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Once again, this is a lineart reward from Kekswolf for being a Patreon backer. Colors were done by me after looking over several shots of Alex from commissions past.