Awash in the amber light of an August moon, she lay exposed, illuminating her feminine bounty. Her undulating motion and guttural moans woke the beasts that lurked in the dark and wooded expanse. Heavy laboured breaths hissed through clenched teeth as her breast heaved with an animalistic hunger, inciting fervor and tension within the ranks. Her appetites nourished by the shameful, debauched visions and depraved wants that took hold within her. Her essence, that natural summons only females possess, called out to the worthy and the strong. It awoke those beasts from the shadows, those guardians and protectors of the tribes and clans. Her summons set fire to the goliaths and titans of forests, and bade them to come and consume her, if they so dare. In the dead of night, those beasts came, the few, the worthy and the champions. The wendigo and the crinos awoke at the apex of summer, when the heat was fiercest, and the night dripped with humid desire. They came when the nights burned with fevers of the flesh.

She sought that nocturnal sanctuary, a place where her...