Hunk was normally really good at keeping that ‘side’ of him a secret. No one knew except a couple of close friends and family. He had to hide that part of him or he would be hunted down ruthlessly. He heard stories of how werewolves were skinned alive.
So he ran looking for anything to eat. He stuck out like sore thumb. His fur a brighter brown than the others that blended in.
He had suppressed his urges for days. He could no longer hide it. He liked the feeling of running. He didn’t run fast like his friend Lance did. They would normally hunt together, today was an exception. For once, he had gone out first. Bad idea.
He had reverted back to his normal self. His goldish-brownish fur receding back to his skin, “…..PLEASE DONT SKIN ME ALIVE!”
At the sight of the werewolf, Osera jolted to a stop. Usually such beasts were deep in the woods, far away from civilization on expanses of land big enough as to not bother anyone with their activities.
Coming across one sandwiched between a butcher shop and the library she'd been leaving was unusual at best. Hearing him address her so calmly?
Osera swallowed. "Uhhh-" Was her well worded response. "Yes?"
Then he began to change.
Watching man go from beast had Osera rooted in the spot. That vibrant coat vanished to reveal a familiar site.
The young woman could only gape, mouth shaped into a little 'o' shape as she'd just witnessed Hunk of all people transform from a slavering beast into his normal self.
"What the FUCK!?" Osera finally managed to get out as she came to herself. "You're a- a-" She pointed, then stopped. "Wait. Why would I skin you!?"
