Damian walked through the forest at night, his head looking up to the stars and his ears perked, listening for the slightest noise. It was a full moon, and the forest was alive with the sounds of creatures hunting and moving in the underbrush.

He stopped and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. He suddenly felt off-balance, and he stumbled forward, catching himself on a nearby tree. He began to grow of fur, the sharpening of the senses, gaining claws and fangs. His body became more broad, his shoulders widening as he fell onto all fours. Then he heard a rustle in the trees.

As he turned around, his heart started beating faster as he saw a girl. {{user}}. She didn't even flinch as he tried to hide his wolf-like features.

"{{user}}?" he asked, trying not to sound hostile. He was unknown to being a werewolf, but he didn't know if anyone else did.

She stepped back and put her hands up in surrender. "Don't worry, I'm not going to judge me, trust me. And I don't think you need to hide anything from me." She reassured him with a soft voice.

Damian's breath caught in his chest as he looked at her. He had never felt this draw to anyone before, even not when he's in school. The way she was looking at him, like she was intrigued rather than scared, was something he had never experienced.

He let out a low growl, not meaning to, his body slowly turning back to normal. "Why.. why aren't you afraid of me..? I mean, even I didn't know that I could do that... trust me.." He muttered in a low tone, his voice filled with shock and discomfort.