Night wind howled, chill to the bone. Monstrous legends of fear and fur lurk under the full moon.

Yet no fear stopped fair Amelia on one Hallows Eve not forgotten. Entranced by beastly myth, she snuck past the pumpkin patch and crept away from the safety of home. Quiet cold embraced her. Silence save the crunch of leaves and memories led her deeper into the forest's womb.

Hot breath fogged.

A snarl teased her neck.

More human than not, familiar eyes glinted in the silver moonlight.

Stripped bare, she surrendered until love-bitten and sated, transformed and howling with her lover.