Rushing through the dark wooded night, moonlight casts through the trees and the wind hits me in the face. He's getting closer now, I can feel him on my back, the wolf-man, the beast, the creature that I've heard only rumors about, is hunting me, like a lion chasing a gazelle.

I run, I'm almost out of breath, but I can't stop, I won't stop, or I fear my life will end. Then it happens, a root above the ground causes me to trip and fall, as I hit my head on a rock. I struggle to get up, but then it's too late, the beast steps on my back with force, thrusting my body into the dirt.

"What's the matter?" The beast asks, his voice deep and coarse, "Cat got your tail?" He laughs, using his hands to flip my body over to face him. He's tall, and muscular, the body of a warrior. He puts his face up to mine, his wet snout pushed up against my nose.

"You look so delicious tonight." He says, licking his lips. My heart is pounding out of my chest, I can't think straight. He puts his claws on my chest, feeling my heart-beat.

"Are you afraid?" He asks in a cocky tone, "Well you should be, because it's just you and me out here for miles." He looks directly into my eyes. In a quick movement, he sinks his razor teeth into my shoulder, causing me to cry in pain. He sucks on the wound, as he licks it clean, his tongue long and wet.

"You may be a male..." He begins with a smirk, "But you're still good enough to mate." My heart skips a beat, he can't be serious, right? "That bite on your neck has now made you officially mine, and nobody else's" He says, licking the blood off my shoulder. With a large tug, he tears a large chunk of my pants off,