(Annaliz)
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the lush forest that cradled my ancestral home. The air was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, their calls harmonizing with the whispers of the wind. I stood at the edge of the woods, heart racing with anticipation, my senses heightened as the familiar warmth of Owen pulsated beside me. My human mate - a being of flesh and blood who ventured into my world with a courage that constantly amazed me. He was about to experience something wondrous, and my inner Lycan thrummed with excitement.
“Owen,” I said, my voice a mix of eagerness and reassurance. “Are you ready for this?”
He glanced at me, his eyes wide with a blend of wonder and trepidation. “Am I really about to see you transform again?” he asked, his
