We awoke under the full moon at an Indian casino at Lake Havasu. Neither of us went werewolf. How disappointing. But I did hear howling from nearby RVs. We kept the doors locked.
Okay, so just before full moon, a guy and gal hook up. He awakens to a hairy bedmate. Does she nibble him? Does he strain canine hairs from his teeth? Does he train her to sit, roll over, play dead, beg, assume the position?
Werewolves are so... common... yawn. For excitement, try awakening next to a were-seal, a selkie. Or a were-bonobo, or were-goat, or were-redneck (shudder).