17 Bullets: becoming the Werewolf Queen

The truck lunged, not down a familiar dirt road, but through a dense, alien jungle, leaping like a panicked deer over unseen obstacles. Eleanor screamed, slamming her foot on the brake, but impact with a fallen tree beat her to it. Her face hit the steering wheel, a jagged cut blooming on her cheek, the seatbelt pressing a heavy bruise across her chest. A groan of pain escaped her lips as she lay still, the world spinning.
The cracked windshield offered a distorted view of unfamiliar, crowded vegetation. What just happened? Where was she? The air was thick with foreign scents, and a terrifying silence hung heavy, broken only by the distant, eerie caw of an unknown bird. Her mind reeled, trying to process the impossible. One moment, she was driving home; the next, she was stranded, utterly lost, on what felt terrifyingly like another world.
