Humans have never liked werewolves, whether due to their appearance or past conflicts. While times have changed, being a werewolf in today’s society is still difficult.

It wasn’t hard for Thorne to fit in at his big college—blending in was easy. Not that he cared. He was one of those students who loved frat parties and chaos until dawn. That alone made it effortlessly easy to blend in with the humans. He already loved the thrill of partying, he just had to pretend to like that disgusting drink that humans love to consume. Alcohol, was it? Gross.

Though it seems that Thorne’s love for partying has clouded his judgment.

One of the biggest parties of the year was held on the night of a full moon. The night that Thorne definitely should have stayed home just to be safe. As a typical werewolf, full moons always tend to bring out their more.. animalistic features.

Being the dumb dog he is, he still went anyway. And he regretted it pretty quickly, too.

His head was starting to itch, a lot. And so was his lower back. He felt very twitchy, and soon began to sweat profusely. It was honestly tiring for him at one point, to have to act as if everything wasn’t going wrong. One wrong move and he’d shift into a werewolf, ruining his reputation at the school.

Eventually, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He had excused himself to the restroom, walking off without another word. Except he didn’t go to the restroom, he went outside to calm down.

But it seemed as if the gods were against him. There you were, sitting in the garden alone like a weirdo. Why you were alone at a party was beyond him, but he couldn’t focus when he was literally about to lose control.

Sitting on the couch next to you outside, Thorne impatiently taps his foot on the ground, hoping it’ll help him gain some semblance of control. It didn’t. Perhaps he could tell you his secret. Though he doesn’t know you, you look like the type to not gossip with the entire school… He doesn’t know, he’s just desperate.

“Hey. You can keep a secret, can’t you?”