Ok I've got a prompt for you: Remember when Betty said she was all about "the beast within?" Werewolf Betty! Werewolf Betty! Lol. I'm thinking more funny than dramatic but go where the muse takes you!
Okay, when you first said werewolf Betty my mind immediately went to the Teen Wolf type wolves and Jughead being her anchor. So this isn’t really funny, it probably falls more along the line of dramatic…but I tried to keep it pretty light for you. I hope you like it!
“Hey Bets” Jughead jogged to catch up with her after school.
“Hi Juggie” Betty stopped as he leaned down to kiss her softly. “How was the end of your day?”
“Eh, it was school. Do you wanna go to Pop’s for dinner tonight?” Jughead linked their fingers together as they walked.
“Sorry, I can’t. I have a lot of homework to do tonight.” Betty tried to casually turn down his offer.
“You can do it at Pop’s. I have some work to do too.”
“Sorry, I just have this difficult paper and I really need to be someplace quiet.” Betty knew she was acting suspicious, she never turned down an opportunity to spend time with Jughead, but she couldn’t be with him tonight.
“Okay, well how about I come over to your house and we can do our work together.” Jughead was looking at her quizzically
“No!” Betty said a bit louder than she intended, she quickly backtracked, “Sorry Jug, I just am really stressed about this paper and I think I will focus better on my own. Having you around is a bit of a distraction.” Betty smiled up at him and kissed him on the cheek. Jughead smiled and kissed her on the lips.
“You’re right. I would probably want to do a lot more of that.”
“See?” Betty broke away and continued walking, glad that Jughead appeared to buy her excuse.
“Okay, but I’ll be at Pop’s for a while if you happen to finish early.” Jughead said when they arrived at her house.
“I’ll let you know” Betty leaned up to kiss him goodbye knowing full well she would not be making it to Pop’s.
Jughead didn’t go to Pop’s. As soon as Betty’s door shut he ran and hid behind a bush next to her house. He knew something was up and he was determined to find out what that was.
Jughead had put two and two together almost by accident. Two months ago, Betty had flaked out on hanging with the gang. Jughead had walked home and looked up at the giant full moon and thought that Betty would enjoy the sight.
Then last month, Betty had once again given him a lame excuse about why she couldn’t spend the night with him. He became suspicious when he saw that it was once again a full moon. He tried to tell himself that it was a coincidence, but he didn’t really believe in those.
Tonight was the next full moon, and Jughead had tested Betty, pressuring her to spend time with him more than he normally would’ve, but she hadn’t budged. Jughead wasn’t sure if she was in a cult, or maybe practicing witchcraft, but whatever it was, it had to do with the full moon.
Jughead was going to figure out what was going on with his girlfriend. He hated to sneak around like this, but he was worried that something might be really wrong. He really hoped that he was just going crazy and imagining things. He hoped that Betty would stay in her room all night and he could call himself an idiot for thinking those things.
His hopes were crushed when an hour later, Betty snuck out of her back door, dressed in black and carrying a big backpack.
“Damn it, Betty, what are you doing?” He muttered under his breath as he followed her for a distance. They walked for what felt like hours. Betty headed directly out of town and into the woods that surrounded Sweetwater river. Finally, she stopped at the base of a huge tree. She scanned the sky. Jughead guessed she was looking for the moon, which hadn’t risen yet. Betty then dropped her backpack, which landed on the ground with a loud rattle. Jughead’s anxiety about the situation rose 100% when she reached down and pulled heavy chains out of her bag. When she started securing herself to the tree with the chains, Jughead reached his breaking point. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, stepping out from his hiding spot. Betty froze and slowly turned to look at him.
“Jughead…” She said in shock as the chains slipped from her hands to the ground.
“Betty, you better answer my question before I completely freak out.” Jughead walked closer to her.
“Um, it’s sort of hard to explain.” Betty fidgeted nervously, she kept glancing from Jughead to the sky and back. “But I promise I will tell you everything tomorrow. Right now, you need to get out of here.” Betty put a hand on his arm and started to push him away, but he shrugged her hand off.
“No, no way am I leaving you out here in the middle of the woods until I know what’s going on.”
“I can take care of myself.” Betty said giving him a small smile. “Now please leave” She said desperately.
“It is witchcraft, are you a witch?” Jughead asked and then blinked in surprise when Betty laughed.
“You think I’m a witch?” She asked, still laughing. Jughead couldn’t help but feel slightly offended. She was the one out in the woods chaining herself to a tree and she had the audacity to laugh at him for thinking she was a witch.
“Why else would you come out to the woods dressed all in black every month on the full moon?”
“Oh, is it a full moon?” Betty tried to act nonchalant.
“Don’t act cute, for the past few months you have canceled our plans every time there was a full moon. Now answer the question. What the hell are you doing?” Jughead knew that he was yelling, but he couldn’t help it. He was frustrated and confused and scared and he just wanted to know what was going on with his girlfriend.
“I can’t…I don’t…” Betty took a few steps back. She looked like she was having a hard time focusing on the conversation. “Please, it isn’t safe.” Betty looked at him and this time he saw fear in his eyes. What that fear for his sake or for her own.
“Betty,” Jughead closed the distance between them and grabbed her hands. “Whatever is going on you can tell me. I promise it won’t change the way I feel about you. I just want to help you.”
“I’m a werewolf.” Betty blurted out. Jughead looked at her in shock, trying to see if she was teasing him again, but this time her face was deadly serious. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. The full moon, the chains, her nerves.
“It happened on my internship. A rogue alpha bit me. The local pack tried to help me manage my changes, but there was only so much they could do in the two months I was there. I have a pretty good handle on it, but I still struggle on the full moon.”
“Oh my god…you’re actually a werewolf.” Jughead said as it really began to sink in. She wasn’t messing with him, he could tell. “Werewolves are real?” He shook his head in disbelief
“Yes, now you really need to leave before the moon rises. I can’t control myself.”
“I don’t want to leave you. I don’t think you will hurt me.”
“You have no idea.” Betty stepped away from him and walked over to the chains. “If you won’t leave, then at least help me.” She held out the chains to him. Jughead hesitated, he didn’t want to chain her up, but she was right, he had no idea what he was dealing with. With a nod he took the chains from her. Betty stood with her back to the tree and Jughead wrapped the chains around her torso and the tree. He secured them in the back with a giant lock.
“Is that good?” He asked, watching as she tested the chains.
“Yes, now leave.” Betty looked like she was in pain. Jughead figured she was trying to resist the change
“I can’t” Jughead would never forgive himself if he left his girlfriend chained up in the middle of the woods alone. “You said the pack helped you control yourself, how did they do that?” Jughead’s mind was moving a mile a minute, trying to figure out a way he could help Betty.“They…told me…pain makes you human….and to find…an anchor” Betty said between gasps.
“Okay, what’s your anchor?”
“Not what…who.” Betty managed to give him a small smile. “It’s you”
“Oh Bets” Jughead found himself incredibly touched that she choose him to draw her strength from. Before he could say anything else, her entire body convulsed. Betty slammed her eyes shut and clenched her fists. “Betty?” Jughead asked hesitantly. Betty opened back up her eyes and Jughead was shocked to see them glowing a bright yellow. Suddenly, Betty began to change. She bared her teeth, which were now fangs, her face grew more wolflike, and her hands opened to reveal claws. Jughead couldn’t help but take a step back in shock. It was hard to identify his sweet Betty in the fierce looking creature in front of him. She snarled and struggled against her chains. “Betty?” Jughead asked again. Her yellow eyes snapped to him, but there was no sign of recognition. She only snarled and struggled harder. Jughead did not like how much the chains were creaking.
He took another step back just as the chains broke and Betty launched at him. She knocked him on his back, landing on top of him. He felt sharp claws rake across his arm and he cried out in pain. He tried to push her off, but she was way too strong for him so he decided on a different strategy.
“Betty! Betty, it’s me Jughead. Your boyfriend, remember, your anchor. It’s Jughead.” Betty stopped trying to claw him. She looked at him, confusion apparent in her glowing yellow eyes as if trying to place him. “I remember another time when we ended up in this position in these very woods. Do you remember? It was the summer after second grade. You, Archie, and I were playing sailors and pirates and I was a pirate who stole your treasure. You tackled me to get it back, do you remember that? After that, I always made sure to be on your side.” Jughead spoke quickly, hoping that this was working. Betty wasn’t moving, which he counted as a win since she wasn’t trying to claw him.
“Jughead?” Almost in slow motion, recognition made its way across Betty’s face.
“Hi baby” Jughead said with a smile, watching in fascination as Betty’s face transformed back and her glowing yellow eyes faded back to their beautiful green. After a few moments, Betty seemed to notice their position and gave him an apologetic look.
“Sorry,” She went to climb off of him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her in place.
“No worries, I like my women fierce.” Jughead said with a grin. Betty gave him her adorable crooked smile and relaxed against him, laying her head on his chest.
“I can’t believe you did that, you got me to change back. You really are my anchor.” Betty said softly.
“Yeah, I can’t believe that I did that either” Jughead responding, taking deep breaths and attempting to slow his racing heart.
“Crazy boy” Betty said, lifting up her head to give him a loving look. Then she suddenly gasped and sat up, grabbing Jughead’s arm. “Juggie, you’re bleeding.”
“So I am” Jughead, who had forgotten all about his injury looked at his upper arm. His flannel was ripped revealing four long cuts.
“Oh I’m so sorry, I’m the worst girlfriend ever” Betty looked on the verge of tears.
“Bets, you’re a werewolf, that makes you to coolest and best girlfriend ever.” Jughead said with a grin.
“But nothing, tis but a scratch.” Jughead stood up and held out his hand to help Betty.
“Are you really quoting Monty Python right now?” Betty shook her head in disbelief, but she took his hand.
“I am” He kept hold of her hand and pulled her close. Jughead leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. “My girlfriend’s a werewolf, seriously that’s the coolest thing ever.” He said when he pulled away. He was glad to see a smile on Betty’s lips.
“Alright you dork, let’s go home and get that arm cleaned up.” Betty took his hand and started to lead him away.
“We should probably bring the chains with us.”
“Yeah probably” Betty said with a laugh. She ran and stuffed the chains back into her backpack before returning and taking his hand again. They walked in silence for a while, Jughead was still trying to absorb everything that had happened. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he started laughing.
“What are you laughing at crazy boy?” Betty asked, stopping to look at him in amusement and confusion.
“You’re…all about the…beast within” Jughead managed to get out between laughs.
“What?” Betty said, but then clarity lit up her face. She joined in Jughead’s laughter. “I couldn’t resist.”