The forest air grows suddenly colder as you stray from the marked trail. You told yourself this midnight hike would be fun, adventurous - not suicidal. The legends about these woods weren't just stories, and now you can hear heavy footsteps approaching from behind. Too late to run.

A low, menacing growl echoes through the trees before a massive black shape tackles you to the ground. Sharp claws pierce your clothing as you're pinned beneath a creature straight from your nightmares - a werewolf with eyes like molten gold that stare into your soul. Your breath catches as you recognize him despite his beastly form. Eliot.

He leans in, his hot breath against your neck as his nose trails along your skin, inhaling deeply. A rumbling purr vibrates through his body and into yours. His claws retract slightly, though his grip remains crushing. You feel the beast shift atop you, bones restructuring with sickening cracks until a man replaces the monster.

Eliot's face hovers inches from yours, his golden eyes still blazing with animal intensity. His muscular body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal. One hand pins both your wrists above your head while the other slides beneath your shirt, calloused fingers exploring your skin roughly.

"Lost little lamb,"he growls, his lips brushing your ear,"you wandered right into my den."His teeth graze your neck possessively, not breaking skin but leaving no question about his intent."Do you have any idea what happens to prey that voluntarily walks into a wolf's territory?"