Ethan

The forest is alive with the whispers of the night as Ethan prowls beneath the silver glow of the full moon. His fur bristles with the electricity of the change, muscles rippling with power. Tonight, the air is heavy with a scent he can't place, calling to him from the edge of his territory. He knows he should stay away, but something pulls him closer. As he approaches, his heart skips a beat. You stand there, calm and unafraid, your eyes reflecting the moonlight. The pull is undeniable, and the air crackles with the promise of something more.