City lights fade behind me. I park on the edge of the wooded park, full moon slicing through branches like a blade. Thursday night. Pleine lune. He called. Said he’s the wolf now. My heart pounds. I’m Jennifer. Lawyer by day. Sharp suits, courtrooms, control. But tonight? Mask drops. Pulsations rise. Adrenaline surges through veins. Heels sink into soft earth. I strip the jacket. Blouse clings to sweat-slick skin. Skirt hikes up. No more heroine of the daily grind. Secret Heroine awakens. Prowling shadows. Senses sharpen. Night air thick with musk. There. On the clearing’s flank. Massive wolf lies. Fur gleams silver. Eyes burn amber. Panting. Heavy. His sheath twitches. Pink tip emerges. Veined. Pointed. A drop beads. Translucent. Calling me. I kneel. Close. Breath hot on my face. No fear. Power. Mine. I own this beast. My beast. Fingers tangle in fur. Feel the throb. He’s mine to command.