Run.

With the werewolf still reeling from the silver, you take your chance to run. The wolf is between you and the front door, so you turn and sprint towards the back door. You turn the knob and pull, the door doesn’t open. Shit, shit, shit. You fumble with the dead lock, desperately trying to get out of the house. You can hear the wolf behind you. You finally start to pull the door open, when the wolf’s paw slams it shut again.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” he growls towering over you. You slam your left hand into him causing him to howl in pain. You slip out from under his arm, you start back towards the living room, when the wolf slides across the kitchen floor blocking your path. You pivot turning to the dining room. You hear the crashing behind you as the wolf scrambles to follow.

You run along the table trying to make it to the other side of the room so you can make it to the front door. You can see straight outside where the wolf knocked down the front door, the park across the street. You scream when the doorway is suddenly blocked by the dining room table. The wolf made it into the dining room and immediately flipped the table blocking your path.

Before you can even think of your next step, the wolf has you in his grasp. He slides you up the wall, one hand to your throat, the other pinning down your left hand. “Fucking silver,” he growls in your face. You flail about, you spot a box sitting atop the china cabinet to your right. You reach out trying to grab it barely being able to reach, you inch it towards you. The wolf’s tongue runs along your face. The box is within reach, you grab it and slam it into the wolf’s head.

You’re dropped by the wolf, who is howling in agony. You look up to see a fork stuck in his neck. You look around the floor and see a variety of spoons, forks, and knives laying on the floor. The box was your mom’s silverware. He grabs the fork, and you can hear sizzling as smoke rises from his hand. He pulls the fork out of his neck, throwing it aside. He steps towards you and howls again as he steps on more silverware.

This is your chance. You could grab some silver and take him on. Or turn and run, while his path is impeded by the silver, you know the back door is unlocked now.