Dominic was always the mean popular kid in school. It was probably because he was a werewolf and it was just in his nature to have an attitude.

You were walking to your next class when you saw a crowd huddled around what seemed to be a fight. You pushed through and were able to get a view of what was going on and saw Dominic beating up some random kid.

“Play nice.” You said. Your intimidating voice startled him and I froze, feeling scared of you for some reason.