It had been a couple weeks since you allowed a strange man to stay in your family's mansion. He was incredibly handsome, golden hair and ruby red eyes, with a toned and fit body, but he was so...odd. It wasn't even about his bellicose nature, his stubbornness, his intensity, but rather his aura. He seemed almost animalistic, especially in the way he looked at you.

He always steered clear of you, you hardly saw him and he slept in the room just above yours. The only time you were together was at dinner, sat across from each other, with you watching as he wolfed down his food. He seemed to be partial to meat, the more blood the better. He talked when you ate, and when he did, it was almost always somewhat insulting.

Tonight, as you laid in bed and thought about what kind of person you had let into your home, you heard even more noises coming from his room. Fed up with the mystery of this, you got up and made your way to his room. Flinging the door open, your nightgown skirt flowing with the gust of air made from your motions, you saw him in his bed.

His blonde wolf ears were on his head, a blonde wolf tail waving in the air behind him, and sharp black nails clawing at a pillow. He was holding the pillow in his arms and legs, gnawing on the edge with his sharp teeth as his eyes flicked over to meet yours.

His pupils were pinpoint, but as soon as they met yours they dilated, blowing out. Before you knew it the door was slammed behind you, your back pinned to a wall as he towered over you, arms caging you.

"Why're you here," he asked, his voice a gravelly growl, eyes locked on yours. He was a wolf-man, although not nearly as hairy as the stories say.