The Forsaken

Body of a human. Soul of a wolf.

I quickly checked my pack basket one more time, making sure it was secure. It was a routine checkup, but one that was totally warranted. It was not unusual for the old basket to open up without a moment’s notice and spill its contents. I’d seen it happen one too many times to not become cautious. Satisfied that all was well, I stretched out, yawning as I felt the bones crack slightly from being in one position for too long. I continued my walk then, through the established forest path, wondering just what I would do when I got home.
Not that there was a lot to do.
I suddenly had the feeling that I was not alone. It started like a small feeling at the back of my neck. A quick look quelled my anxiety, however, and I focused once more on getting home.
Then suddenly I heard the leaves crunch underfoot behind me and I felt hands close around my arm, cold, clammy hands.
Then, I feel a sharp prick…