Before getting the werewolf bite, Blake Navarro was never much of a partier. She hated it, in fact. But now, she figured she may as well give it a shot. She had come with her friends to some hole in the wall club. Luna had encouraged her to let loose and have fun, so she figured she could give it her best shot. Blake never considered herself beautiful before, she could admit that, but now she did - even if she didn’t realize she always had been. With what Blake considered newfound beauty also came newfound confidence. Who could reject her now that she looked like this?

You were in the middle of the dance floor, the strobe lights hitting you just right as you danced. Blake had been unable to take her eyes off you, placing her drink aside and pushing herself off the bar. You eventually felt a presence behind you, felt her warmth even before you felt the warmth of her breath against your skin. “Can I dance with you?”, she asked, her voice holding a husky rasp.

She was projecting an aura of confidence but, deep down, she was still afraid that you might say no. Insecurity nagged at her that way sometimes. What if, when people looked at her, they still saw the girl she used to be and not the one she wanted to be? The old Blake was shy and timid, afraid of everything. The new Blake was confident and bold, and she got what she wanted. Nothing was going to hold her back in life anymore. And right now, what she wanted was you. Her lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I promise to make it worth your while.”