I wrote a little Werewolf-Jack drabble which i’m sharing because idk if I’ll ever actually write the fic (rating t, 0.4k)
Read under the cut!
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Jack was a werewolf. He’d been a werewolf for as long as he could remember.
He was bitten by a dingo as a child, at least that’s what his parents had told him. Apparently he was attacked by the canine during an outback camping trip. He’d been lucky to survive. Lucky that his parents had been close enough to scare the beast away before it could drag him off.
His parents had initially and most rightfully worried about the bite itself and the risk of infection and rushed him to the emergency room. Thankfully everything was okay. The canine apparently had great dental hygiene and the bite and, although it did leave some scarring on his ankle, healed well.
Then, exactly a month later, his dad came into his room to tuck him into bed and, instead of a human child, found a small wolf cub curled up under the duvet.
That was twelve years ago and since then Jack had grown quite considerably, learned to manage his werewolf self and, realised his dream of becoming a formula one driver. In fact, the whole werewolf thing was barely a concern at all, just something he dealt with on a monthly basis and he had a number of strategies and contingencies to make sure it always went smoothly.
He took Wolf’s Bane pills on the days leading up to his transformation in order to weaken his wolf form. As a result he spent the day before and after the full moon feeling like absolute shit but it was necessary evil.
He was also very careful with his scheduling. That ment being at home for the full moon when possible or spending the night in a reinforced cargo crate at the race track when not.
For all intents and purposes the cargo crate looked like all the others. It was like all the others -used to carry car parts and tools from race to race- but, once unpacked, it made the perfect emergency wolf containment facility. Sturdy, opaque, den-like and most importantly openable only from the outside.
Of course that did mean Jack needed someone to shut him away when needed as well as let him out the day after and that job went to his trainer. The only person outside of his family that knew.
All in all, Jack had the whole werewolf thing completely under control.
That was… until he didn’t.
