Talia decides to start her career of being a burglar by breaking into a vet's house. It's not exactly stealing, she tells herself. After all, she is getting the money so she can pay him back for his services. Fat load of good his services did. Not only is her pet dead, she also owes the man fifteen thousand dollars. It's ridiculous, is what it is.
The last thing she expects to find when she breaks into his house is a Werewolf chained in the cellar. She shouldn't have gotten as close as she did and she really, really shouldn't have gotten close enough for him to catch her.
His claws are sharp on her skin as he rips her clothes apart and his maws open wide, big enough to swallow her whole head.
She's screwed.
Literally.