He stood a few feet away from you, he was cautious, weary.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says, brown eyes soft. “I—I didn’t want you to find out like that. I’m just beginning to understand it, you know?”

A few nights ago, you had been at Pauls, watching a movie, laughing, and then suddenly — there was a wolf standing in the living room. You had screamed, and then ran.

He was relieved you agreed to meet with him, so he could explain what happened.