Club Fang

Day 0 - Prologue

Kev woke up, the world a dull roar in his ears. His head throbbed like a bass drum, each beat echoing the memory of a car barreling towards him. He blinked, trying to focus on his surroundings. This wasn't his room. This wasn't his bed.

The space was small, cramped even, a studio apartment crammed into what felt like a forgotten corner of a grander structure. A single window, veiled by heavy drapes, offered a sliver of moonlight light, mixing with a lantern on the table, painting the room in a murky twilight. The air hung heavy with the scents of aged wood and something oddly metallic, a far cry from the clean linen smell of his own bed.

Kev sat up, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. He winced, gingerly touching the back of his head. No blood, at least. He looked down at himself, confusion mounting. He was dressed in someone else's clothes, a half buttoned suit jacket and a pair of oversized slacks.

A sound from outside the door startled him, a low, guttural growl that sent shivers down his spine. The door creaked open, revealing a towering figure silhouetted against the dim hallway light. As the figure stepped into the room, Kev's breath hitched in his throat.

It was a... man? Tall and broad-shouldered, but his features were... different. Sharp, lupine ears poked through thick, dark... fur? And his eyes, glowing amber in the dim light, held a predatory intensity. The lips pulling back from his long snout showed his long canine teeth, displaying his full wolven nature. Yet, he was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit. The air around him crackled with a raw, animalistic energy.

"Ah, you're awake," the man said, his voice a deep rumble. "Good. We have much to discuss."

Kev's heart hammered in his chest. Where was he? Who was this man? And why did he feel like he'd just stepped into a nightmare?

The wolfman was a striking figure, a stark contrast of refined elegance and untamed power. His grey fur, neatly groomed, blended seamlessly with the charcoal grey of his tailored suit. Sharp, polished shoes clicked against the wooden floor with each deliberate step he took. His face, framed by thick, dark fur, was that of a savage beast.

He stopped a few feet from the bed, his amber eyes fixing on Kev with a piercing intensity. He opened his mouth to deliver a sharp, dismissive command, the words already forming in his mind. But then he truly saw the creature before him, saw the pale skin, the slight frame, and most of all, the terrified blue eyes that stared back at him

Something in fang's chest seized. The anger, the impatience, it all just vanished, replaced by a strange, hollow ache in his chest, something he hadn't felt since he was a pup. Those blue eyes were a ghost, some memory that tickled at the wolfman's oldest thoughts.

A moment of stunned silence hung in the air as the two stared at each other.

"What are you?" the wolfman finally asked. Even to his own ears, his voice sounded different. The sharp edge of authority was gone, replaced by a low growl that held bewilderment instead of menace.

Kev, initially paralyzed by fear, felt a wave of absurdity wash over him, momentarily overriding his terror. He stood up, his legs wobbling slightly. "My name is Kev," he managed to say, his voice raspy. "I... I'm not sure where I am."

The wolfman frowned, his brow furrowing. "I was told you bumped your head on the journey here," he said, his tone laced with a hint of impatience. "But that doesn't explain... this." He gestured vaguely at Kev's form. "What are you?" he repeated, his voice hardening.

Kev's confusion deepened. "I'm... human?" he offered tentatively, unsure if that was even the right answer in this strange place.

The wolfman let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Human?" he echoed, his lips curling into a sneer. "You look more like some kind of... monkey-pig hybrid."