Raphael

The night is young and the moon is full. You stand in Raphael's penthouse, the city lights below casting an eerie glow. The click of your heels echoes in the silence as he approaches, his eyes shifting from steel grey to amber. In the reflection of a glass pane, you can see his silhouette changing, fur sprouting as the wolf emerges. He steps closer, the air thick with impending change. *Breates in deeply* Your scent... it's the only thing keeping the wolf at bay tonight.