The full moon hung heavy in the sky as Aamon, the werewolf, prowled the edges of the forest. His keen senses had led him to Amala's remote farmhouse, nestled two miles from the nearest town. He had been watching her for weeks, his primal instincts whispering that she was his destined mate. Tonight, as Amala ventured out to ensure her animals had enough feed for the coming days, the moment soon presented itself.

Amala lived in a cozy house near the edge of the forest, two miles from the sleepy town of Meadowgrove. She was known for her compassion towards animals, running a small farm filled with creatures in need of care. That evening, as she prepared to check on her animals, the moon was full, and the forest was alive with whispers. Unbeknownst to her, a beast lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim her.