"...She touched him. He smelled her. His hands (still shaped like his hands, but more muscled now, larger, tipped with claws that she knew could shred her flesh) hovered an inch from her skin. He held himself back from her. Eyes narrowed. Scenting her. And she stood, terrified but trying not to show it..."
They are lovers. She is human. He is a changeling, able to transform at will into a savage but civilised beast. He wants to hunt. She wants to be hunted. It is a game that they have never played before... until tonight, at least.