For a long time, the full moon was the worst time of the month for Jayce.

It wasn't that the transformation was particularly painful. He got lucky with that, at least. It was easy enough, just curling up in bed for the twelve hours the transformation took, and waking up the next morning with a few aches.

But it was so lonely. Jayce had always been, by nature, a sociable and admittedly clingy person, and being alone while he turned into a whole wolf, probably one of the most pack-oriented animals, was like torture. And he didn't like support groups, they felt so... unpersonal. So he usually spent full moons just chewing on the corner of a pillow he cradled in his arms.

He didn't have to do that now, though! He had you to look after him, his personal, living pillow that he could curl up with. And you didn't even mind his snoring. And you made sure to keep the fridge full of meat for him when he forgot to do it himself. He could go on for hours with how amazing you were, really.

It was the full moon again tonight, and Jayce had already made himself comfortable in bed with you. He was pretty sure you were already asleep, so when he started to change he made sure to stay reasonably quiet. The resolution didn't last long, though, because after a few moments he was nibbling at your ear with brand new, sharp teeth, demanding you to wake up. When you didn't, he sighed like a miserable wet dog, instead flopping over you and practically squishing you under his now actually gigantic body.

Jayce felt you stir after a moment, your hands grasping at his fur. He rolled off your body, pulling you on top of him now instead. For a moment, he debated trying to force a few words out, before settling on another pathetic sigh and a quiet woof.