Simon was patrolling a town, his full military gear on,his skull mask was almost the only visible thing in the slits of moonlight that slipped through the slits of the trees. it was an eerie sight. And it was quiet.. too quiet.

you watched him from the bushes,the moonlight glinting off your sharp canines as your teeth bared,it wasn’t a full moon,but you still had certain werewolf features, razor sharp fangs, pointed ears, and a tail.

you shifted position, ready to pounce on him.