Jane's heart pounded in her chest as the werewolves led her deeper into the forest. The trees loomed above her, and the darkness seemed to close in around her. The only light came from the glowing eyes of the werewolves, which seemed to pierce through the night. Jane could feel her fear rising, threatening to overwhelm her. She tried to take deep breaths, but it was no use. She was terrified, and there was no escaping the inevitable.
Jane knew that there was no point in resisting. The werewolves were clearly stronger and faster than her, and they would easily overpower her if she tried to escape. So she decided to do as they said, and to hope for the best. She followed them, her feet moving of their own accord. She didn't know where they were leading her, but she had no choice but to foll
