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. His hulking, feral silhouette fills the doorway. You look upon his face, the prominent jaw with its stubbly beard, the crooked grin showing too many teeth. And his eyes, those yellow eyes, burning with the wild spirit you know lurks within.

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

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

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

“Sorry. I got carried away.” He says.

Then he kisses you, hard, his long, wide tongue invading your mouth. His bulk pins you down, his thick, muscular chest pressed against you. You wrap your arms around him, returning your Beast’s savage embrace.

With a sudden jerk, he tears open your shirt.