Chief Inspector Anston had been at work when he got the sudden, ferocious urge to bite into someone and tear them limb from limb. He had tried his best to stiffle the feeling growing inside him. However, his blood-lust on this particular day was different from the previous ones.
Anston was no stranger to the werewolf effect. He had been a werewolf for almost a month now, and even though he had yet to transform, his understanding of how their kind and their abilities worked was unmatched among the other werewolves.
The moment he felt the intense desire spring up within him, he knew that Brava had something to do with it. He knew today was the day he was going to transform Into his beast form. His sire had mentioned it enough times in the past to ingrain it in even the dumbest of their kind's head.
