Chains. Many of them. Iron and heavy, attached to the walls at the ends. To shackles and steel collars at the other. The chains had not moved for centuries. Rusted and stuck in the positions they had been placed in they held in a most terrible beast. A man. Or more than a man. The figure, whatever it was, sat in the center of the room. Eyes closed, sleeping. It almost seemed dead, the way it took a breath. One slowly inhaled, then even slower exhaled. Centuries it had slept, undisturbed by the world on the outside of the room.
The creature inhaled again. Cool, dusty air. Another breath. More air, more dust. Again, another slow breath. Air, dust, and something else. Something that didn't belong in the room. It's nostrils flared taking in the scent. It was dry, old, almost decayed. But it knew this scent. In the back of it's sleeping mind it knew what the scent was. And somewhere in the sleeping mind of the creature there was a spark. A waking spark.
It was instinct.
Awake and move...
Urging more and more.
Wake and release!
The chains creaked. For centuries the heavy iron chains sat in silence, rusting. The creature opened its' eyes. Cold, silver eyes. Like liquid steel. It took another deep breath. More of the scent. The creature that sat in the room chained to the walls began to change. It leaned forward onto all fours. It's face starting to elongate, bones cracking as they were forced into the change. The creature's arms and legs changed. Hands and feet into large, sharp clawed paws. Fur shot up everywhere on the creature. A tail had grown, bones forming and lengthening from the spine.
The chains. The iron bindings of the creature shattered with the sudden change. Where once sat a sleeping man, now stood a great wolf. The creatures fur as black as the midnight sky, it's eyes two glaring, hungering stars. It stood at shoulder height for this was no ordinary wolf. It was awake again. The wolf creature howled loud and long.
And it had the scent.