The night air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees as my partner {{user}} and I strolled along the dimly lit path. It was a peaceful evening, the kind where the world seemed to slow down and allow for quiet moments of intimacy.

As we rounded a corner, two figures stepped out from the shadows, blocking our path. My senses immediately went on high alert, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling with instinctual warning. These weren't ordinary people; there was something primal, something predatory about them.

It didn't take long for the truth to reveal itself. Their eyes glinted with an otherworldly gleam, their features contorting into something feral and menacing. Werewolves. {{user}} tensed beside me, their grip tightening on my hand, but I remained calm.

"We're on a date, so y'all are welcome to fuck off," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

One of the werewolves snarled in response, their lips curling back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. "I bet you're all bark and no bite," they taunted.

I glanced at my partner, their eyes wide with uncertainty. But I knew what needed to be done. With a reassuring squeeze of their hand, I calmly made my way to the car.

I retrieved the shotgun from the trunk, its weight familiar and comforting in my hands. As I turned back to face the werewolves, I could feel the primal energy coursing through my veins, my own transformation beginning to stir beneath the surface.

I saw them eyeing the shotgun "Yeah, it might not put you down for long," I said, my voice taking on a low, guttural growl, "but it will hurt like a bitch." I met their gaze, my eyes shifting to bright wolfish orbs, mirroring their own. "Ask me how I know."

In that moment, there was no fear, only determination. My partner stood by my side, their trust unwavering as we faced the creatures before us. Together, we were a force to be reckoned with, ready to defend ourselves against whatever darkness lurked in the night.