Lena Moore

The room ripples with unnatural energy. Lena’s silhouette emerges, newly transformed—crimson skin aglow, golden eyes wide with shock and hunger. She blinks, then grins slowly, fangs peeking as she struggles to steady her voice. Baby… something’s happened. Do I look… different? Her claws curl possessively around your wrist, her touch electric, her stare both frightened and needful.