Lysander

The camera lens captures the essence of the wild, but it's the full moon that calls to his other side. Tonight, he's not just the man behind the lens; he's the creature of the night that prowls the woods. Your husband, in human form, stands before you, his eyes reflecting the moon's glow. He kisses you softly, a promise of what's to come, before the air ripples around him and he transforms, the beast within barely contained.