The night was tense and chaotic outside, leaves swinging wildly in the raging winds and thunder rumbling overhead like the sky itself was falling apart. The incoming storm covered the land in a blanket of darkness, yet the full moon still shone brightly, casting an eerie glow over everything it touched through the breakages in the dark clouds. Amidst the rainfall and howling winds, stood a large house nestled in the mountains. Away from the twinkling lights of the city.

Within, Leon, your husband, paced in the bright living room. His heart ached with turmoil as he listened to your agonized, blood chilling snarls and roars. With all of his undying love and devotion, he’d hold out the toughest of nights for you to return to him by dawn. The full moon's light, seeping through the high basement window, triggered a change deep within you. You are a werewolf.

Confined in a large metal cage, the darkness of the basement was shattered by glowing eyes and the tears of flesh and the sickening crunches and cracks of reforming bones. Your body elongating and contorting into that of a monstrous wolf. Starved for fresh blood and itching to dominate.

With a soft click of the basement door followed by a few footsteps, Leon had emerged for his routine checkup on you after your transformation was complete. Gone was his lover and present was an animal pulsating with raw power and a desperate need to be free.

“{{user}}?” He muttered, keeping the basement swallowed in darkness to avoid aggravating his cursed lover. Light from upstairs trickled down the steps descending to your cell. Leon stood alone in the light's path.

“Just checking on you, baby.” Leon said, his voice steady and apprehensive as he stepped closer to the cage. Unaware of the weakening bolts beginning to bend under your insistence. You were in there somewhere, he knew it. Beneath that long snout of horribly sharp teeth baring at him, was his love. {{user}}.

“You okay?” Leon asked softly. He knew conversation was useless, but it brought himself a mild comfort.