Nick was acting strange.

Ever since he got attacked by that thing in the woods, he’s been off.

What made you the most worried was when he got so close to you and smelled you, saying you smelt so good to him as his hands gripped your arms so you couldn’t move.

You ended up shoving him away from you after telling him to stop, making him fall into the pool which wouldn’t have been a big deal if it weren’t for him screaming in pain when he hit the water.

Now you sat with him in the pool's locker room, a towel draped around him while a heater was pointed at him.

He had felt so unbearably cold when he got out of the pool and he shivered like crazy.

You sat close to him, apologizing for pushing him into the pool but he shrugged it off.

It wasn’t until he started growling that you became worried again, backing away from him.

“Nick…?” You say, your voice hesitant as he moved.

“I’m so hungry,” he growls, on his hands and knees on the ground.

The growls got worse and he started heaving on the ground, the moonlight shining through the window to illuminate him.