Craig's POV
"CRAIG!!!" I hear as I sneak into my home. Ah, shit I'm fucked. My aloof eyes met his pissed off ones. "Why the hell did another werewolf see you defend a HUMAN?? I'll have you banned from the village if you do that again!!" He boomed. He seemed to be in a better mood than yesterday, despite his yelling. Even still, there are always consequences when it came to my father. I braced myself for whatever came next
His fury flooded into his fists as he hit me over and over again. It hurt, a lot. He continued this as I resisted crying. After he saw angry purple and red bruises and blood, he decided his work was done. I lay there, blood streaming from my nose, trying to find any strength left in me. I think I've had enough.
I'm through with the abuse
I'm done with the pain and restrictions
It's time to leave it all behind
I search the house for my old backpack. It was blue, and could probably hold all of my clothes and a few other things. Once the morning sun hit the small village, I ran off, not bothering to leave a note. I went to Kyle's house as a small resting point. It was the closest house to the edge of the forest, making a perfect hiding spot.
I'm going to find that human, and I'm going to make him mine. Face it, you're gay.
Time skip to a few days later
It's been a while since I've had the sensation of a punch in the face, or a whip to the back. It felt nice, even though I knew my father was hunting for me. I decide to walk over to the convenience store where I saw him. Next to it was a small shop called Tweek bros coffee. That's gotta be where he works, or I'm just using too much context for Tweeks name. Well, I didn't have much to lose, so I peered in through the window and saw Tweek.
Holy shit. I quickly stuff my tail I my shirt and my ears in my hat. I carefully walk in, not wanting anyone to see the bumps in my hat and shirt. I walk up to the barista (Tweek) and ask for a chamomile tea (animals can't have coffee), and sit down, waiting patiently. Tweek seemed to be on autopilot, so he didn't seem to recognize anything except for orders. Once he called my name, he popped out of his zone and looked at my cup. I walk up and take my tea, winking at Tweek. "W-wait!" He squeaks. I turn around and tilt my head. "M-meet me o-outside in 30 m-minutes," he stutters. I nod in response and walk out. I head into an alleyway near the coffee shop and wait for 30 minutes. I hide my ears and tail again and walk to the doors of the coffee shop, being greeted by Tweek.
Tweek's POV
I hurry to change into my normal clothes as soon as my shift is over to run outside. He flips me off, taking me by surprise. He quickly catches himself and puts his hand down. "Ah, sorry, that's just how I've learned to greet people," he says monotonously. I wait for a minute before saying something. "H-hey, th-thanks for saving me yesterday, I-I a-appreciate it," I stammer. He gives a thumbs up and says "is that all you want to say?" I panic and twitch more, mumbling and looking into his sea-blue eyes. "N-no, I-I also w-wanted to ask you some questions, I blurt. He smirks ever so slightly. "And what is it that you want to ask me?" He asks in a devilish manner. I take him to a nearby bench and dust off the snow. "Why are you here," I ask quietly. He seemed uncomfortable with that question. Oh, god, is he gonna kill me because of it?? Oh Jesus!! "I ran away, and i stay here so I don't get caught," he finally answers.
"W-would y-you m-mind telling m-me why?"
"Its a long story..."
"I-I have time.."
(Sorry if this chapter was shitty, I wrote this at midnight ;-;')
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WerewolfWarning: this story is actually kinda trash and I don't post often. But anyways, here's the lay down of what you need to know. Craig has been in a state of depression ever since his mother died from his abusive after beating her so much. Now, Craig...
