Ben sighed and sat up in bed. He rested his hand on the shoulder of the lovely brunette who lay beside him before swinging his feet out of bed and resting his elbows on his knees.

He felt the old familiar tension running through his body as he remembered their date earlier in the evening, followed by his suggestion that they finish their evening in his family cabin deep in the mountains.

He stood up and walked over to the windows, murmuring softly, "I love you."

"You fill me up, make me feel alive."

He leaned against the window frame, feeling the muscles in his shoulders grow painfully tense, then relax. "You give me the strength to do things I could only dream of."

He stifled a cry as he threw the curtains open, bathing in the silvery light of the full moon. His entire body was wracked with pain as though every muscle knotted itself into a cramp at the same time. Muscle tightened and swelled as bone cracked and stretched, breaking and healing over and over as it reshaped itself. He panted, keeping his deepening voice to a whimper as he continued to speak.

"You make me feel so free."

He felt his ears slowly stretching into points as they seemed to slide along his skull, migrating towards the top of his head as his hands curled into wicked looking talons.

"I would do anything for you but..."

The werewolf slowly turned towards the bed, eyeing his companion for the evening trying not to drool with rapidly growing hunger. He reached out to run his claws lovingly through her hair for a moment, his gravelly voice thick with sadness.

"The things you make me do..."

"I'll make this as quick and painless as possible."

With no further hesitation, he opened his slavering jaws wide and leaned towards the throat of his latest prey.