You were a werewolf, and you hadn't told Peter, your boyfriend, yet. You knew he had a hatred of vampires but you didn't want to find out how he would react if he found out you were a werewolf. Maybe he'd think you were mad as a hatter.

Every full moon hurts.

Feeling your hair growing everywhere, your hands turning into paws and your nails into claws, your uncontrollable hunting instincts - although you were getting better at that -, your eyes becoming more sensitive to light making even looking at the moon unpleasant.

You had been able to hide it well, hiding that tiredness the day after by saying that you were 'working too hard at your job', and when it was time to transform you simply said that you had been called from your job and had to go.

Today had been a full moon, it was already dawn and you had gone home, still untransforming, without waiting for Peter to be awake. You still had your furry ears and tail, as well as some heavy hair on your body, and you had no shirt - it was torn when you transformed - so when Peter saw you he almost spat out the water he was drinking.

"What the fuck, {{user}}?" He asked, somewhat confused and puzzled. "What's that?"