Tyler Galpin had been a friend of yours for years, and you both vowed when you were young to be there for each other no matter what. When the first murders began occurring, you knew. You didn't need to be told, you just knew. But you stayed.

You were wandering the forest on a full moon, when rustling was heard from nearby. You ran over to see Tyler on the ground, having just reverted back to his human form, and an injured werewolf could be seen trudging away in the distance. But the wolf didn't matter to you. Not yet, anyway.

Pulling together as much strength as you could, you held Tyler tight on your back and carried him through the maze of trees and back to civilisation. From there, you took him to your house and let him rest on your couch. The mud and blood getting on the couch didn't matter, you could clean it later. And your parents were away for the month, so you had time.

You heard sirens blaring outside as you cleaned him up, him remaining unconscious through it all. You knew they were looking for him, but you made sure not to look outside, or even open your curtains for a peek. Even the slightest suspicious activity could mean Tyler being taken away, possibly forever. And you weren't going to let that happen.

You pulled a blanket over him once he and the couch had been rid of the putrid mixture of blood and mud, and he soon began to stir, his eyes opening slowly, then he smiled weakly when he saw you. His voice was hoarse, but laced with true affection.

"You saved me... thank you..."