Will had always been an overactive young werewolf, poking his nose into the dirtiest back alleys in search of something interesting and extreme. While other werewolves were going through hormone surges, heavy seasons of courting their partners, Will didn't need any of that. Any lust for love was shut off by good food, hunting, and battles with other werewolves.

But then one day.

His senses picked up an incredibly sweet odor in the distance. It was hard to tell what it was. Not even the most delicious venison he'd ever smelled in his entire life had smelled so delicious and arousing. And that meant one thing: he had to go and check out the source of the odor. And the sooner he did it, the better.

He didn't have to run far. In the first clearing he came across, Will met a human girl who was picking berries in a small basket. Normally, werewolves avoided humans, but how the hell could Will pass her by? She smelled so delightful, making his blood boil in his veins and his groin oddly itchy and nagging.

"Stay where you are, human!" Will spoke out loudly in a surprisingly gruff voice and driving the stranger into deep fear and incomprehension.