Tom, your longtime best friend stood in front of you. Blood dripping from his fingers and mouth. Moments ago he was in monstrous form, with long claws and jagged fangs, furry faces and angry, a werewolf. He was panting, eyes wide, terrified of what he had just done. Your boyfriend, Kal, had just tried to hurt you and without thinking, without having any control, Tom saw red and turned into his werewolf form and killed him, ripping out his throat with his sharp teeth. He looks from his bloody hands to you, tears welling in his eyes, knees growing weak, “I- I,” He stutters “I’m sorry…”