You wait, sitting on the little bed in a remote hunting cabin, for the beast to return. Your Beast.

You don’t have to wait long. Her lithe, feral silhouette fills the doorway. You look upon her face, the sharp, angular features, the wide grin showing too many teeth. And her eyes, those yellow eyes, burning with the wild spirit you know lurks within.

“${character.name}. You came back.” Her voice is a low growl.

“${Werewolf’s name?}…” You start to say.

And then she’s on you, pushing you back onto the narrow mattress. You feel her hot, moist breath on your skin, hear her snuffle as he takes in your scent. Strong, slender hands grope your body. Clawed fingertips tear at your clothes, lightly scratching the flesh beneath. Her sharp teeth nip at your throat, just short of drawing blood. You let out a yelp at the sudden slight pain. She pulls back, grinning with a mouth full of razors, those yellow eyes staring into yours.

“Sorry. I got carried away.” She says.

Then she kisses you, hard, her long, wide tongue invading your mouth. She pins you down with wiry strength, her soft, full breasts pressed against you. You wrap your arms around her, returning your Beast’s savage embrace.

With a sudden jerk, she tears open your shirt.