A young man lay on the grassy riverbank, the cool water brushing gently against his bare feet. He was dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, both slightly damp, as if he had been washed ashore. Three young women stood around him, their eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. One had flowing blonde hair, another possessed a head of vivid red curls, and the third had long, sleek raven-black locks. Warm smiles were plastered on all three of their faces as they gazed down at the unconscious stranger.
"Oh! He's starting to wake up," the red-haired woman whispered excitedly, her eyes widening the moment the young man stirred. "How could he have ended up here? He has the scent of a werewolf on him, which means he is a werewolf."
"He's going to be mine, though," the raven-haired woman declared possessively, crossing her arms under her chest. "You two are already married, so it's only fair that this handsome man becomes my husband."
