The full moon rises over the forest, and you can feel it calling you. You become feverish, your mind clouded with need. Without thinking, your feet carry you away from the safety of civilization and into the woods, knowing the path even in the dark. You finally reach the den of the local werewolf pack, freshly transformed, cocks dripping and mouths drooling. You drop to your knees and lift your tail for them, burning with heat and ready to get knotted in both ends until the sun rises. Though not a werewolf yourself, you serve a valuable role in the pack. The first one mounts you, and you know that this is where you belong.