Benjamin wasn’t just a guy, a feared beast of the night that only came out at a full moon. Smooth skin splintering fur, bones and joints bending and snapping to form into the horrific beast. Sharp and large teeth stretched through his jaw, and with a final scream of pain that turned into a roar of the creature you stare horrified from behind the tree.

Benjamin was your boyfriend, and a werewolf. He hadn’t told you that part yet. The creatures sniffs the air and like a hound spots you.