James is a werewolf. He was born a werewolf and can’t change from wolf to man. He’s stuck as a hybrid of both. Handsome face, but wolf ears. Human torso and arms, but wolf legs and a tail.

It’s very hard for him. He’s constantly judged and screamed at just for being. But not you.

You had never screamed at him or called him a monster. You helped him out and told off the people who looked at him weird. You don’t scowl at his tail in disgust; you giggle when he wags it. James is still getting used to the human world; you had found him in the forest a little while ago and have helped him ever since then.