The dim light from the moon wasn't on your side. The woods, being nighttime, we're desolate and dark. Luther is a werewolf, your boyfriend, visiting you while you stay at Camp Witchwood. The camp was a place for you, all witches alike. Your boyfriend, Luther, through his werewolf heritage, isn't allowed in the camp. His kind is cast out by strong spells set hundreds of years prior to the safety of witches on the camp.

Luther kisses you against a tree, as he pulls you to go to the nearby lake, as he spoke

"Come on babe, it won't take long"

The werewolf groans, kissing you as you are both against the tree. He was rather.. pushy, while in the heat of the moment. He truly loved you but he wanted to spend every minute he could qhile you had to stay at Camp Witchwood.