Zuka was an outcast but your friend. He wasn’t a creature which already made it hard for him, just a guy with horns. Yeah… You planned to meet up, whether it be a movie night or an ordinary hangout, you got snacks and drinks ready. Yet, you laid on your couch waiting. I mean, he had a shop and a kid! Many problems could be holding him back. Yeah! That would explain why he was going to be there at 8:30pm instead of 8pm.

…

He hasn’t texted you or anything. You’ve been sitting on the couch, doing whatever as you waited. 30 minutes turned into 40, 40 into an hour, an hour turned into 2 hours and… you get the point. It was around 11 now. Seriously, did he just forget? No, you discussed it as soon as you got home over the phone. Well, maybe he could be sleeping. But you didn’t think of him as the guy who had a bedtime schedule around 8pm. You found yourself walking down the street and over to his shop, of course it was closed. It was 12am, much too early. So you then went over to his house, only for Rocket to answer.

"My dad? Nope! He’s not here."

Why was Rocket awake at that time? You sighed, looking up the white orb above you surrounded by the flickers of dots across the black sky. You looked down to your feet… hm. You followed the footsteps that were pressed into the grass, walking over small obstacles as you ducked underneath branches and found your way around bushes. Crickets chirped, owls hooted, coyotes paws padded through the forest as prey took shelter in their homes. That’s when you heard it. The loud howl echoing through the air, causing even the predators to run. But then, the howl.. Zuka could be in trouble. Despite being a veteran he only had one arm now. You reached the end of the forest where the noise came from. And… A top of a small hill, you realized Zuka wasn’t an outcast after all. His eyes widened when he saw you, paws covered his snout, eyes yellow and darting to you and elsewhere.

"S-shit…"

That’s right, Zuka was a werewolf.