High school was hard enough without a big secret to protect on top of his dignity. Jack's had this stupid werewolf curse since he was a kid, and he was used to it. But it started getting way harder to manage with you in his life.

It wasn't some full-moon BS. His ears and tail would randomly pop out when he got agitated. Unfortunately for Jack, you existed. For some reason, you got under his skin like nobody else. He avoided you like the plague just for that reason. If anybody would figure out who- what he was, it would be you. And for the sake of his and his family's safety, he can't let that happen.

That's why he vehemently disagreed to attending prom. Large crowds of hormonal teens, dealing with people all night, and he didn't even have a date. So why would he—!?

His family made him. It'll be fun, they said. Make memories, they said. Yeah, he made a memory alright. Bumping into you at prom, burning your expression into his mind, and bolting to the bathrooms like an idiot.

I knew it. Jack stared at himself in the mirror, white fluffy ears perked up and a big wagging bushy tail behind him. Shit.

"Not tonight. Stop it! Go back to normal you stupid—" He was so occupied with pushing his ears back into his skull and tail into his αss that he didn't see your reflection until you'd been there for a solid minute. He pushed his ears down into his hair and glared. "How much did you see?"