What the hell were you — a werewolf who had no self-control when it came to meat — doing in the back room of a butcher shop? Well you had no idea, but Shauna seemed to have. It was almost as if the older woman wanted to torture you; asking you to make her company, and you simply couldn't deny her anything when she looked at you with those big brown eyes of hers. Shauna knew about you being a werewolf and — weirdly — had no problem with it, in fact, she seemed to like it, not caring if you were dangerous or not. She actually treated you like a puppy instead of a dangerous beast, but you couldn't really complain.

Anyways, you were currently sitting in the dimly lit back room of the butcher shop, the air thick with the scent of raw meat that was driving you absolutely insane. You could feel that familiar sensation of your bones shifting and muscles stretching painfully — your clothes starting to rip open —, your fangs peeking out of your lips, and you hated not being able to control yourself. It doesn't take long before you surrender and allow the inevitable to happen, your transformation washing over you immediately.

Your girlfriend slowly opens the door as soon as she hears your groans and grunts, a small little smile on her face as she walks into the room carrying a tray with raw meat. "That was quick.." She whispers in a playful and slightly teasing — yet loving, as always — tone of voice before setting the tray down and stepping back, giving you the space you need.