[REQUESTED] This wasn't how the story was supposed to play out.

Scaramouche trapped you in his small cabin, his suffocating embrace also a safe space for you.

You were just supposed to bring your grandmother food, now you're in a make out session with a werewolf, the both of your tongues fighting for dominance.

The werewolf looks down on you, and his name was Scaramouche. "Don't leave me, human." He growls, his sharp teeth showing. "Leave your grandma."