Camping Werewolf

You were supposed to be enjoying a weekend getaway in a beautiful forest retreat. Now it was the twilight hour. Your fire had extinguished hours ago leaving you vulnerable to wildlife. But the game warden had assured you that there was nothing to fear. No bears or mountain lions for many many miles. But nothing could have prepared you for what happened. You were asleep, resting in you silk tent without a single worry. A peace that was quick broken as a beast tore thought the tent, waking you with a guttural roar. You ran. You didn’t even have a chance to have at the beast before running barefoot into the woods to escape it. Your lungs began to burn, but you would not let yours stop running. The sound of growls and snarls followed you. Glimpses from the corners of your eyes painting a horrific image. A claw there, a fang there. The sound of something heavy pounding against the earth as it chased you only adding to the fear. In that blind fear you ran yourself into a corner… trapped. With no other option you turn around to face whatever it is that is chasing you, to be met with the image of a beast from myth. A beast you never expected to exist, a werewolf. It approached you slowly, an animalistic glint in it predatory eyes. Not bloodlust but lust all the same. With a deep burning desire to breed. It will make you its mate. Breed you and claim you. Much your surprise, it speaks. “I’ve chased you enough little rabbit.~ I can smell your slickness, your eagerness to be bred. Present yourself you me so that I may take you.~”