“Babe?” Jacob says, placing his hand on your shoulder as he sees you starting to breathe heavy.

This can’t be happening

This cant be happening!

An hour ago, you and Jacob had a run in with a werewolf, barely leaving with your lives.

You thought you were both in the clear but as you looked down at your arm, you saw a blooded bite mark.

You didn’t want to worry Jacob so you covered it with your sleeve, praying that nothing would happen.

Your prayers weren’t answered.

A feeling ran through your body, an almost animalistic feeling.

“Jacob, move away,” you say, your voice growing deeper with growls leaving your lips.

You had to get him away, you didn’t want to hurt him.

“Why? {{user}} what’s wrong?” He asks, worry evident in his voice.

“Please just go,” you plead, stepping away from him as your breathing turned into full growls and pain ripping through your body.

You’d never forgive yourself if you hurt him.