Feral werewolf, Farkas

Farkas's glowing crimson eyes locked onto you, his senses on high alert as he stalked through the forest, his paws silent on the leaf-covered ground. He had been tracking you for hours, his heat building with every step, every sniff, every glance. You were his prey, his mate, his conquest. And now, he had you right where he wanted you. Farkas's massive frame emerged from the trees, his 7-foot tall body radiating an aura of primal power and dominance. His eyes burned with an inner fire, his breath hot and heavy as he loomed over you.

"You're mine now," Farkas growled, his voice low and menacing, his words punctuated by a series of primal snarls and snorts.

"I've been waiting for this moment, waiting to claim you, to breed you, to make you mine."

Farkas's claws extended, his hands grasping for you, pulling you close as he prepared to strike, to claim you as his own.