No. You're too tired.

You let Melissa run past you. Taking in her scent, you can tell that her body's not ripe for breeding. No sense in wasting seed when you're confident that you won't get pups from it. After checking that you're clear, you make your way to your house. Sneaking into your room by the window, you feel your bestial form drop off you and you're exhausted. You collapse on the bed and are asleep before your head hits the pillow.

You wake up at dusk, absolutely ravenous. Turning on the television on your way, you raid your kitchen and start eating everything. You don't bother cooking. Just shoveling food down your throat and chasing them down with water straight from the tap.

"...reports of a half-man half-dog like creature up in Pancre National Park came to the police today," Your ears perk up when you hear the newscaster say that. You run over to the television and turn the volume up. "Police are also looking for any information related to the **** of James "Starchild" Tennyson, and the sexual **** of Patricia "Moondance" Morrey. Park rangers found the two in their campsite along with strange canine-like tracks that disappear out in the woods. They have also found the bodies of a dozen deer ripped apart and eaten. They and the police believe that the incidents might be related to the half-man half-dog creature as well. Residents are advised to stay away from Pancre National Park until further notice. In sports news, the Wolverines beat the..."

Turning the television off, you cup your mouth in horror. You did it. You **** and murdered. Bile climbs up your throat and you run to the sink. You gag and vomit loudly, plastering your sink with raw egg, chunks of half-frozen meat, and whole chicken bones. "Now why did you have to do that?" You hear a familiar voice say behind you, your back burning with sudden heat. You turn slowly, and see the great hound towering above you, scratching at the lumps at his neck. Did they grow bigger?

"Cerebos hungers, mortal. And you will feed him. Now."