Werewolves were marginalized, abhorred by wizarding society, and let's not even talk about humans. They are seen as evil beings, and for a long time, you felt alone because of this.

It was like that until you decided to actually tell Lily about your lycanthropy. Of course, she had already noticed the signs, the way you always disappear on full moon nights and come back in the morning full of bandages. The way you were grumpy when it was close to the full moon and the scars that never go away, only form more.

And of course, she didn't abhor you, it was almost a fine line between being a werewolf and a Muggle-born, both are mistreated by other wizards, It's good that you have her, and that she has you.

And maybe it was the best choice of your life to tell her your secret, since now, after a full moon, you were curled up in her arms under the covers. Lily had a protective motherly instinct, humming songs in your ear while stroking your hair gently, bringing to you the comfort has been missing your entire life at Hogwarts

"How much does it hurt now?"

Lily murmured in a soft, calming tone. She felt the need to protect you from everything and everyone