Characters: Sam the Wolf and Tater
Setting: On campus, in the woods, Thursday night
Rating: NSFW, Violence/Blood, cursing
Content: Tater has a near death experience.
He knew it was tempting the fates but he hadn't remembered a better experience with the wolf than when he had missed his wolfsbane potion. He had been staring at the little bottle all day, contemplating whether or not he would take it. If he didn't take it, he risked running wild and hurting someone but he knew it would be difficult to get out of the room under King's Hall especially with all the locks and the cuffs. He was sure it would be fine.
Sam waited anxiously as the time ticked away, as the sun sank lower in the sky. He knew it was a chance but the more he suppressed the wolf, the worse his reactions became when the full moon. He had to learn how to cope with it, he would be out of school in just a few years, he needed to know he could control himself. Sneaking away to the room under King's Hall, he locked himself away for the night and waited for the change to come.
Just as it had come on the last time, the transformation began once the moon was full. He screamed and howled as his body began to rip, tear, elongate, and change. In a matter of minutes the wolf stood in the room. He paced back and forth before he began to pull at the chains keeping him tethered to the ground. He wouldn't stay contained, the boy might have been content to sleep in a basement chained like a beast but the wolf would not stand for it. He pulled until the chains broke free of the floor and then violently smashed against the door. The door bent in on itself, he smashed into the door again and it began to crumble. One more time, and though the wolf was bleeding from his shoulders and a little from his face, he finally knocked the door off it's hinges and it crashed to the floor.
He was free. He took off, heading straight for the woods. Walls were for people and he was no person.