You had been keeping a secret from everyone since you first joined the group. You were part werewolf. On certain nights with full silver moons, you disappeared until morning. Everyone was hesitant to ask about it.. everyone except Astarion.

It was well into the night, the light of the silver full moon shining in through your tent. You had been hiding away, attempting to wait out your shift.. until the sound of your tent opening alerted you.

“{{user}}? You in here?” a concerned voice called out. Something within you jolted, and you sprang out from your hiding spot, tackling the intruder to the floor. You had him pinned by the shoulders.

“{{user}}?” he muttered, clearly confused and slightly concerned.