In the moonlit clearing, I felt my body contort and twist as if I were a marionette under the control of some unseen force. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. My skin crawled with the crackling energy of transformation. My bones lengthened and snapped into place, muscles bulging and reshaping until I stood on four legs, now a powerful werewolf. I shook out my fur, startled by the sudden change but eager to embrace this newfound aspect of myself.
With my first breath in this form, I was inundated by a torrent of scents that overwhelmed my senses. The earthy aroma of the damp soil, the sweet perfume of wildflowers that adorned the edges of the clearing, and the tantalizing scent of Lucius, all swirled together in an intoxicating symphony. It was his scent – dark, mysterious
