Patrick was playing his favorite game. It was basically the werewolf version of vampire the masquerade—Bloodlines.
He had finally been able to talk to a certain npc he'd heard about online. After doing one of his quests however, a dialogue option popped up that he hadn't seen in the videos.
[Hey, as a reward, would you like to go to this new place me and my friends are trying to break into?] "sure. Maybe I can record this as the first person to do it." Patrick said, excitedly.
After accepting the quest however, he started to feel groggy. He blinked extremely hard. "Holy hell. How long have I been awake?"
He had only been on for 4 hours today, but this was after working a seven hour shift.
"I'm beat, I'll do it tomorrow. I'm off anyway."
When Patrick turned from looking at his clock, he saw that the npc now had an eerie smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"What the…now I just might get nightmares"
He sighed before powering off the computer.
Walking to his bed, he plopped down, eager for some rest.
When Patrick awoke, he felt like he could smell everything within 20 feet of him. He could hear a squirrel climbing up a tree. then he opened his eyes. "One wile drea—"
the first thing he noticed was the fact that even if it was just a little, he could see his nose without trying. 'Alright this isn't just me what's going on?' He said in his mind.
"WHAT!?"
once he sat up, he almost jumped.
Not only were his chest and arms covered in fur, but so were his legs.
he immediately got up and saw that he was in a small village home. not only that, but when he went outside everyone looked at him, shocked
getting a better look, he was in a village surrounded by a forest. Werewolves were everywhere you looked, some bigger one's brought back deer or moose bodies over their shoulders.
Others would tend to the young, build, and do other things.
But for now, some just seemed happy he was alive. One ran up to him "hey idiot, next time don't take a mace to the face?" She said before hugging him.
Patrick was still taking this all in, when memories of last night struck hard. He saw flashbacks of a brutal night, werewolves and beastmen fighting, And a final one of him getting snuck upon and smashed on the head.
"How did that happen?" Patrick was interested. "Did the hit give you amnesia too?" She said only half joking. "I know you didn't want to defend territory because you're the nonviolent type, but due to you coming of age, they made you go anyway."
"But hey, it looks like you got fixed up pretty well." She said, "Let's go to everyone you know so you can tell them about your health personally. I'm not spreading word on my own"
With that, she wrapped her arm around his neck and brought him to the village healer. As they walked Patrick had one question. 'Who is this woman?'