The Werewolf's Immortal Curse

My scream rips through the operating room, a primal howl that shakes the very air with centuries of rage and agony. And then, the darkness claims me, a welcome respite from the torture.​

When consciousness claws its way back, I'm caged in a monstrous glass tank, the cold, unyielding walls pressing in on me.

This is the curse of a werewolf's immortality. As long as the moon continues to rise and set, as long as the world keeps spinning, I am doomed to return.

A never - ending nightmare, a punishment that has no end......