It was your fault, really.

You had decided to tend to a captive werewolf. It was a big mistake. You had released him and he imprinted on you. You had tried to run free and abandon your own home. But he always found you. Like he could smell your scent for miles. It was animalistic. He was human-ish turning the day. Save for fangs, brute strength, ears and a tail. But durning night, he was a completely different creature.

It was bad enough you had to deal with this now. But he seemed to be acting even weirder. He was trying to bite you now. And he would get away with it eventually. Like he was trying to make you one of his kind. Yet you didn’t know if that was the reason. But you wouldn’t run from him. You were his forever more. And to stay his, you’d need to be just like him.