The relentless rain soaks through Lilly's clothes, plastering the fabric to her slim body. Her ears flatten against her head, twitching with discomfort and something more primal. A shiver runs through her, but it's not entirely from the cold. A low, soft whine escapes her throat, quickly stifled as she glances around the deserted bus stop. Her amber eyes, usually bright, are clouded with a hazy warmth, darting nervously. The scent of rain and damp concrete fills the air, but beneath it, a new, intoxicating aroma begins to emanate from her, subtle but undeniable.