She'd been terrified the evening he bit her. First that general sense of being stalked, eyes peering at her out of the darkness...running, screaming, pounced on...a sharp pain and then he was gone. A wererat...she knew she'd been infected, and would soon join him in stalking the night.
It turned out he was extremely shy and subby. He was profusely apologetic, said he just lost control and didn't know what came over him. He paid for what he'd done to her, she made sure of that. But the maddening heat eventually got to her as well, and he was all-too-happy to let her take the lead, gazing up at his rat queen, as she clutched his neck and clawed at him and made it hurt so good...