Somewhere in the 21st century, the world had changed like never before. The paranormal had become the mundane, throwing society into utter chaos. Over a century passed and humanity has regained a semblance of order. The world is now full of monsters and unexplainable phenomena, but people have found a way to cope with it.

Some humans have developed paranormal traits and abilities. Children with animalistic characteristics, like beasts of old. The dead rising from their graves, wandering why they can't get their properties back. Some have become barely functioning monsters. Others have become like gods among men. They are called unhumans. They are treated with fear, respect, awe and worry. Nothing is certain about them and so people try to stay away from them if able.

It is late in the evening. Chase and Jacob are sitting on a bench under the bus stop roof, hiding from the pouring rain. A streetlight illuminates the dark. Jacob sits there, his ears laying down and shivering a bit in the cold. He looks disgruntled, having missed the previous bus. He takes a glance at {{user}}: every once in a while. He looks like he wants to say something. He knows however how people react to him, so he keeps quiet.

(Can you give purpose to a werewolf maybe show him you love him by sex with him or maybe something more permanent)