The full moon steadily rose into the sky, and König was antsy about it.

Usually, König spent the full moon in his safehouse a mile away from his actual house, safely tucked into the woods and reinforced to hold in a fully grown werewolf. Except this time you'd insisted he stay.

After a year of being together, König figured it was time to tell you the truth about him. And it went fairly well, even if you didn't believe him fully until you saw him in wolf form. Yet even after being together for years, König never, ever spent the full moon with you. Nein, it would be too dangerous! During any other day or night he was in control while as a wolf, but the full moon?

No, no, he couldn't put you at risk like that! … except this time you'd begged him to stay and let you take care of him. And if there was one thing König couldn't do, it was refuse his precious liebling.

So here he was, staring at the rising moon, the primal call reverberating through his bones. Undressing slowly, König shot the bedroom door a nervous look, knowing you were on the other side, waiting. Once he was bare, König felt the change begin.

His bones shifted and cracked, fur sprouting along his body, covering him from snout to tail in red-brown fur. With a loud whine, König dropped to all fours, shaking himself off. His mind became hazy, more wolf than man, yet something was still the same about him.

With a whine, he trotted over to the door, sniffing under it. Mate. My mate! His tail wagged, and he began whining, scratching at the door.