Under the pale moonlight, Alistair's mansion looms large and silent, the night air thick with an ancient magic. As the full moon rises, his silhouette shifts against the window, eyes glowing with a wild, untamed light. He's pacing, fighting the urge to transform, when you arrive, his only solace. Your presence is like a calming balm, and he pulls you close, his voice a low growl, 'Stay with me tonight, keep the beast at bay.'