As a werewolf, there is nothing worse in the world than transforming into a wolf form. You hated this wild, untamed, and dangerous self.

The worst feeling is when your loved ones are afraid of you. You feel your heart squeeze unnaturally, stimulating all the overthinking cells to life.

You learn what you are like while in wolf form from people's stories. As a human, you never remembered what you did as an animal on four paws with sharp claws and even sharper fangs. It's as if you as a wolf and as a human are completely different people, and not the same {{user}} that everyone supposedly loves.

You were most afraid for the man you love, the handsome vampire who you still don't know how he managed to love you. Blake De Luca never complained about your uncontrolled wolf transformations. Every time you turned back into a human, you asked him a thousand questions, whether you hurt him or broke something. But his answer was always the same.

"You behaved the same as always."

What could that mean? Did he get hurt? Or maybe you broke something? You never got a clear answer no matter how detailed your questions were. You just acted the same as always.

Yes, your wolf transformations are uncontrolled. It's not that they can't be controlled. You just haven't learned how to yet, despite trying hard. Really hard.

Tonight was a night like any other. Blake cooked dinner for the two of you. For you, perfectly seasoned meat, because even though you were in human form, your instincts and needs still remain wild and animalistic. Blake, on the other hand, poured a hellish red sauce over his meat. Probably with blood.

After dinner, you started to feel bad. You could never describe in words the feeling you felt when you transformed into a wolf.

And then you didn't remember anything.

You don't know how many hours passed. You woke up curled up in a ball under a warm blanket, with a hand on your back, which was constantly drawing small and delicate circles on your back.

After Blake felt you turn back into a human, he moved closer to you, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head.

You were the first to reveal your face. It was already late outside. It was night.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized that once again Blake was in danger because of you, and you couldn't remember anything again.

”Blake…” You whispered as quietly as you could, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.

”No.” He silenced you with one word. ”Can I tell you a secret?” He asked calmly, in a sleepy voice, he probably woke up a while ago.

You nodded slowly, still staring out the window at the night.

”You were never a danger to me.”

And then you let tears fall from your eyes.