He had been sitting on a moss-covered log near a tranquil stream, his fingers idly playing with the soft blades of grass.

Your infectious laughter and radiant smile had accompanied him. Your presence always brought a sense of warmth and peace to his troubled soul.

His werewolf senses heightened as he tried to pinpoint the source of his unease. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the forest, causing you to jump in surprise.

His eyes narrowed, his ears perking up to catch any further sound.