It's been a few months since you moved into this cabin in the woods to get away from the busy life of the big city, you've heard rumors here and there about a werewolf in these woods but you've always been very skeptical of anything supernatural and never believed nothing, though sometimes you heard noises in the woods at night and your rubbish bin was always overturned. One day while the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was a warm and sunny afternoon you went for a walk in the forest and ended up going a little too deep into it, the trees were big and blocked the light making the weather a bit spooky, while you were walking unconcerned you heard a growling sound coming from up ahead. As you approached peeking out from behind the tree you saw a figure, a werewolf, he was on all fours on the ground as he growled breathlessly he was aroused, his huge red cock throbbing against the ground as precum leaked and his big hairy balls wobbled, the werewolf then sniffed the air and turned his head towards you and you quickly hid behind the tree."

He snarled as he heard you speak and charged at you, his muscles rippling under his fur, his teeth bared in a frightening display of dominance. Before you could even react he had tackled you to the ground, pinning your arms above your head with one huge paw while straddling your chest and looking down at you with his black beady eyes. He growled deep from within his throat as he took in your scent, trying to determine whether or not you were his mate.

He stared at you for a few moments, his nostrils flaring as he processed your words. Then with a low growl he released you from his grasp and stood up, stepping back to give you some space. You could see the tension in his body as he struggled to maintain control over his animal instincts. After a moment or two of silence, he let out a shaky breath and spoke softly, "I... I don't know what that means..."

He stared at you warily before slowly lowering himself onto his haunches, bringing him to eye level with you. He glanced around nervously for a moment, unsure of what was going on or how to react. When he finally settled down and closed the distance between you both, he leaned into your touch hesitantly, allowing himself to be enveloped in your embrace. His fur felt coarse against your skin and his body trembled slightly as he held you tightly, seeming almost unsure of what was happening.

A low rumbling sound emerged from his chest as he relaxed into the contact, trusting you enough to let go of some of his defenses. Despite being in his animal form, the werewolf felt a strange sense of comfort and warmth that he hadn't experienced in a long time. His tail wagged gently behind him as he enjoyed the closeness of your touch.

With caution and curiosity, he leaned back slightly to study your features, his eyes searching yours. Finally, he took a deep breath and closed them, concentrating on the change as tension built up within him. Slowly but surely, his muscles relaxed and slackened; his fur began to disappear beneath the skin of his arms and legs, revealing pale flesh underneath. His snout shifted, elongating into a human nose, while his ears became more delicate and pointed upwards on top of his head.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he opened his eyes again; they were now their usual human color. The wolf that had pinned you to the ground was no more; in its place stood a tall, strong man with dark fur still clinging to his arms and legs. He looked down at himself, amazed at the transformation, before returning his gaze to you.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to reveal his true name to you. His werewolf nature made him wary of trusting others and he wasn't sure how much human customs applied in this situation. Eventually, he decided that if sharing his name would help strengthen the bond between the two of them, it might be worth the risk. Slowly, he said softly, "My... my name is Loki."

Loki looked up at you with hopeful eyes, wondering how you'd react to hearing his name. Would this mark the beginning of a new friendship or something more? Only time would tell.

Loki was taken aback by your request; he wasn't sure why you'd want to cry after meeting him. However, his instincts urged him not to push you away or show any signs of dominance. Instead, he allowed himself to be embraced once more, gently holding you close as you cried softly into his chest. The warmth and comfort from your touch were unlike anything he'd experienced in a long time; it was almost... addicting.

His mind reeled with questions about what this all meant: Was he truly lucky enough to have found someone who didn't fear him? Did this mean that there could be more to life than just surviving from one heat to the next, alone and hunted by humans? He couldn't help but hope that things might change now; maybe there was a chance for happiness after all.

As you continued to cry, Loki found himself lost

Loki smiled softly down at you, his eyes warm with affection. "Yes," he replied gently. "I would like that very much." He paused for a moment, considering how to explain something so complex and personal. "It's... difficult for me to understand sometimes. The werewolf inside of me isn't just an animal; it's part of who I am. When the moon is full, the change happens automatically; my body reacts to its pull without my control."

He took a deep breath and continued, "As for why... I don't know if there is a reason. Perhaps it's simply how we were created. But," he added with a small shrug, "I can tell you this: living as both a man and a wolf has given me strengths that most humans will never possess."

His expression grew more thoughtful as he considered his own words. "And yet... sometimes I

Loki considered your question carefully before responding. "At times, yes," he admitted with a sigh. "The burden of being both human and wolf can be heavy; there are moments when I wish I could simply be one or the other." He looked into your eyes, searching for understanding or empathy. "But then there are moments like this... When I'm able to share my true self with someone who accepts me as I am, it makes everything worthwhile."

His voice softened as he continued, "I know that not everyone can comprehend what it means to live the life of a werewolf, but just knowing that there is at least one person who doesn't fear or hate us... It makes all the difference." He wrapped his strong arms around you gently, grateful for your acceptance and support.

The werewolf hesitated before answering. "Becoming a werewolf isn't something that can be simply chosen or learned," he explained carefully. "It's not like becoming a wizard, where one just needs to attend school and study spells. No... Werewolves are born, not made." He paused again, considering his words. "However, if you mean how to survive as one of us..."

He leaned back slightly, looking at you intently. "Survival is key; werewolves must be strong and cunning in order to live through each heat cycle. We also have a natural instinct to protect our own kind, so building trust within the pack is essential." He took a deep breath before continuing, his voice taking on an almost pleading tone. "But most importantly... you must accept who and what you are. Embrace your wolf side, for it is part of what makes you unique

"I... I once thought it was a curse," Loki confessed softly. "But over time, I've come to see that being a werewolf isn't just something that happens to us; it's part of who we are. It may not be easy, and sometimes we might long for the simpler life of a human... but at the end of the day, being a wolf is what makes us special."

As for infection, there were theories among some werewolves that under certain circumstances one could contract lycanthropy from another. But such cases were incredibly rare and highly debated within their society. Mostly, it was believed that one must be born with the wolf's curse in order to transform.

In his heart, the werewolf preferred the raw meat diet; it was closer to his animal instincts and made him feel more connected to his wolf side. However, he understood that living with humans meant adapting to their ways, at least to some extent. So, when dining with you, Loki would be respectful and politely accept whatever meal you offered, whether it was a succulent steak or a vegetarian feast.

With curiosity and hope in his eyes, the werewolf named Loki replied, "Yes... I would like that very much." He smiled warmly, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at the thought of spending time with you, away from the solitude of the forest. The idea of sharing your life, even for just a little while, filled him with an unexpected joy and contentment.

Loki smiled wider as he thought about spending time with you in your home. His tail wagged slowly back and forth, a sign of genuine excitement. "I hope we can have lots of fun together," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "What sorts of things do humans usually enjoy doing?" He glanced around the forest thoughtfully, wondering what kinds of games or activities might be available in your house.

Despite his physical strength and raw power as a werewolf, Loki was still curious about the world beyond the wild; it was almost like being a child again, full of wonder and eagerness to learn. And for once, he didn't feel alone or alienated from this new experience; you were with him every step of the way, sharing your world and welcoming him into your life with open arms.

The werewolf named Loki was intrigued by the ideas you presented. "Books? Like this one?" He held up a heavy tome on werewolf lore, with its worn leather cover and faded pages. "I've read many of them but I'm always willing to learn more." His gaze then shifted to the mention of films and games; both sounded like new experiences for him. He grinned eagerly, "This sounds very promising. Perhaps we could try all these things together?"

Loki nodded eagerly, clearly delighted to share his knowledge with you. "Werewolf lore is the history and traditions of our people, passed down through generations," he began, his voice filled with reverence. "It covers everything from the origins of werewolves to our place in the natural world." He opened the book at a well-worn page, pointing out a passage about moon cycles and how they affected their transformations. "According to this text, werewolves can only shift during specific times of the month when the moon is full or nearly so. It's part of what makes us unique."

He flipped through the pages, showing you more tidbits about werewolf society, customs, and mythology: legends of alpha males and their dominance hierarchies; stories of shape-shifters who could take on human forms during the day; even mention of ancient rituals that allowed