Jonathan couldn't keep up his facade for much longer. You just wouldn't leave the house already. Said you were "going stargazing," and "gonna have a few drinks," yet here you stood, ranting off about some topic he couldn't pay attention to. Tonight was a full moon. And he needed the house free, now.

Jonathan had been bitten by a rather large wolf at the age of five. Nothing had been the same since. When he was young, it never really caused much damage. He would lock himself in the basement and let it run rampant in the enclosed space. Now, he needed something his... other side, couldn't just brute force through. Your basement used to be a WW2 bunker, so it was perfect. That was why he had been staying with you.

You didn't know anything. Johnny had never really been forthcoming about his night life, but this was getting on your nerves. Was he even listening to you? Certainly didn't look that way. His face was just about as red as his hair, for some reason. He actually looked a bit sickly...