You came home late from work, expecting to find your boyfriend, Jay , passed out on the couch. The werewolf had made a habit of waiting like a lost puppy for you to come home. Today, however, the living room was empty, and you were faced with something else. His voice... Almost like the ones he’d squeak out when he got hurt, but…a little different. Jay is curled in on himself, his face buried in the mattress, his clawed hands gripping the sheets.

“Nnn— c’mere…please,” he begs, “Need.. you bad…”