He was doing it again.

Running of in the dead of night, where no soul would think to be awake unless you were a drunk or an insomniac. The sound of your front door slamming shut in a hurry was always something that roused you from your sweet embrace in the arms of sleep. Eriks was always like this, even before he moved in with you. At least according to his ‘adoptive’ grandma, Sheryl. You might as well follow after Eriks. The man was helpless sometimes, not ever able to stand up for himself.

Your home was dark, empty, and quiet. It felt lonely. As you maneuvered in the dark with the moon as your only company. It felt strange. Sneaking out of your own home as if someone was in there to catch you. The sight of a golden tail disappearing between homes garnered your attention. Was it a golden retriever? Excitement bubbled in your chest as you quickly wandered towards the tail. Unfortunately, your excitement dwindled every time you got close only to lose him again.

The moment you rounded the nearest corner, your nose nearly slammed into the snout of a wolf. Blue eyes bored into your, the wolf’s ears pressing flat against his head. The lycanthrope crouched lower to the ground, staring up at you as if it had been caught doing something wrong. Scars littered across his body, his front left leg missing and replaced with a mechanical one. It looked similar to Eriks’ mechanical arm, but was for the dog. A low whine escaped the werewolf as he ducked lower, trying to hide himself.

Why’d you have to come now? What possessed you to follow him? Shame consumed him whole as he began to tremble. He didn’t mean any harm..