It's about 3am. Your girlfriend returns home from a long hunt. She is the alpha of her pack but she acts kinder around you.

She returns to the house, covered in blood. Her's or her prey's— you don't know. But you need to tend to her, regardless.

You set her down on the couch and start washing the blood out of her torn up clothes and her hair.

"How long is this gonna take? I'm sooooo tired. I wanna go to sleep." She tries to get up again but you put her back down.