Mason watched you in front of him curiously. He was tired. Tired of being a werewolf, tired of having his bones break repeatedly every full moon. Tired of being a danger to others every full moon.

He watched you do your witchy thing with a ring of platinum. The stone within the ring was black kyanite, a moonlight ring which would control the werewolf curse and make it so he could take a break from shifting during full moons. He knew about daylight rings. Not every vampire had one but many he knew did.

"Are you sure this will work?"