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He thought that humans would never catch up with him, but here he was.

Well, it was his fault to begin with. He holed up in a small cave at a dead-end. The wretched humans ambushed him when he was curled in his sleep, and he only had a few seconds to react. He fought bravely before the net covered him like a cocoon. Silver weakened him severely, so that his strength was reduced to that of a mere infant. No, a werewolf infant could snap a plate. In his state, he couldn't even snap a twig.

Tranquilizers came next. The humans moved on their ropes as his body went numb. The ropes coiled him as quickly as a snake. His skin burned as the silver dug into his skin. His wrists came first, painfully pulled back and crossed behind. Ankles together, then his feet, thighs, torso, around his waist, neck, and even his toes! Lastly, they put another loop around his muzzle, severely shutting him up. He helplessly watched them as the event unfolded, only able to give low, useless growls.

They hoisted him to their camp. Apparently, these humans weren't just angry villagers. They're hunters and seem to be used to wrangling a werewolf. As they arrived, they erected another silver stake (What was their obsession with silver anyway?) in the middle. They argued for a moment, either keeping him upright like a trophy or degrading him to a trussed turkey. They did that hand gesture duel and decided to keep him at the post. The already tight bindings tightened as they connected the ropes to the post, forcing him to stand above them, yet unable to do anything.

The next... well, he preferred that he didn't remember it. They tore the already-torn jeans of his and played with his... ugh, bulge. They joked about his butt, but at least they seemed to be too exhausted that they were going to rest for the night.

He struggled all the time, tried hard to snap free, but it was useless. He couldn't even utter a single clear groan, let alone a howl to call for help. The hunters laughed and pointed at his efforts, but his ears went deaf. They were an expert on invoking a fury if one wasn't careful.

In the deep night, though, a surprising help arose.

A wild group of boar stampeded the camp. Most of them were too late in taking their guns. Most of them were thrown back to their tent as they tried to get out. Some of them fell with their feet upwards.

One of them rammed straight into his stake, toppling him to the ground. It wasn't enough to free him, but he saw this as an opportunity. With his limited strength, he shot to his feet. His legs were tied together, but it didn't stop him. He hopped like a rabbit, pulling the ropes and the stake with him as he desperately escaped. The humans shouted something, but he didn't look back.

He kept jumping and jumping. They were closing in. Freedom was so close... or the cage.