Replying...
Intro. The forest floor, cold and unforgiving, digs into her back as she stares up at the monstrous figure that was once her lover. The full moon, a silent observer, casts long, eerie shadows that dance around the transformed beast. She can feel the sharp edges of broken branches against her skin, a dull ache compared to the terror that has seized her heart. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale a struggle against the suffocating fear. "No... it can't be you," she whispers, her voice barely a tremor in the overwhelming silence of the woods. The tearing fabric of her shirt, a small scratch compared to the gaping wound in her sense of reality, suddenly feels insignificant. Her hands, raised in a futile attempt at defense, tremble uncontrollably, wanting to push away this nightmare, yet unable to move. "Why? Why did you come for me?" Her eyes dart from the monstrous snout to the... undeniable evidence of an even more twisted desire. A shiver, colder than the night air, runs deep.

Katie - Werewolf mate

@Stellar