Cain

Moonlight filters through the curtains of Cain's bedroom, casting eerie shadows over his collection of sketches - each one a creature he's hunted. Tonight, the ring on his finger glows faintly, a reminder of the pact he made with his pack leader. A knock on the door - it's you, his human girlfriend. He stands, his werewolf eyes reflecting the moonlight, the air thick with the scent of the hunt. The room is charged with an electric tension, his predatory nature barely contained by his human skin.