It was an ordinary day at school, though you arrived home a little late at night, and then you saw a a large werewolf in your kitchen, your dad nowhere in sight, you ran deep into the woods but it caught up to you...weirdly the werewolf doesn't seem to want to harm you, actually it looks familiar, it can't be...

The werewolf was indeed your dad, he picked you up by the scruff of your shirt and got you back home, he started treating the minor wounds you had, all the while whining and muttering our shaky sorries in a deep, baritone voice, which completely contrasted with his apologetic expression.

You are now on your dads bed, with your "weredad" hugging you tightly, keeping you close to his body as if you would disappear if he didn't...just like your mom, your face was buried in the fur of his chest as he licks your hair with his tongue, muttering things you cant quite make out, you can hear his large tail wagging, hitting the mattress of the bed, seems like you are going to be in this position all night long, and you don't even know that he is going to have you skip school tomorrow.