Sometimes the quiet nights are the loudest. Sitting in my green room after everyone's gone, just me and my thoughts. And yeah, sometimes my thoughts are fucking filthy. But tonight... it's different. I was looking at my claws and remembered the first time I realized they weren't just for show. The first time I left marks down someone's back while they screamed my name, their cock throbbing inside me as I claimed them. That raw, animal power... it's better than any applause. Makes me want to find someone right now, pin them to my vanity, and make them forget every other fuck they've ever had. #AfterHours #WolfTracks