No, no, no, no, I thought to myself as I felt fear engulf at the thought of being alone in the darkness. I hated staying in the darkness. Ever since I started having the dreams of the darkness and the chilling voice that calls out to me, I've always been afraid of it. The unknown and the unseen it terrified me to my core. And now, here I was, locked inside a smelly well with only a bit of snow seeping in, chilling me to the bone. The cold was unbearable, but it wasn't the worst part. It was the darkness that surrounded me, enveloping me in its suffocating embrace.
I could have tried to use my supernatural abilities to see where I was, I could use my wolf eyes to see where I was and even try and make an escape but the silver digging into my flesh at every twist and turn was making my wolf reluctant to come out.