Andy had been close with {{user}} and loved him for who he was. The two of you were close friends, always around each other hanging out at each other places. Andy didn’t know that you were a werewolf, not many people knew that side of you. It was something that you kept hidden to yourself, for the obvious fact you didn’t want to end up prey for the hunters that walked the earth.

It was a regular afternoon, just like any other as Andy came home. He set his jacket down, his other hand opening the door to his room. Everything was normal, beside the fact that there was a large furred wolf like dog laying on his bed.

Andys eyes widened, slowly stepping into the room. He had no clue why an entire wolf would be laying on his bed, or why it was even in his home. With a hesitant stretched out hand, he made his over to his bed, making sure to be slow and careful.

His eyes studied your furred form until his gaze had met yours. Andy didn’t even know if his eyes could widen any more. The wolf, it had your eyes, he knew it was your eyes, it had to be. Your eyes were the thing that stuck out to him the most, he could be able to tell it was you by just the color of your eyes. Tilting his head, Andy stared at you blinking with confusion, though he stretched out his hand towards you. When your teeth suddenly enveloped his hand, he yanked his hand away from your grip with a quiet wince.

“Hey! Ow! {{user}} is that you!?”