He dreamt he was back in that jail. Where he had so often been a visitor to, with his brothers. Though he was half a decade younger than them, they’d been as thick as thieves, quite literally! But a single night had changed his life forever. His brothers had been killed. While he mourned them, he knew that they were to blame for trying to harm that girl. He’d literally run after them, trying to reason with them. Trying to stop them.
But then, it was all over before he could blink. The girl on the ground, her fanged boyfriend tearing all of them apart and him clutching at his ripped throat, as he witnessed the girl willingly consent to transform before his eyes.
He’d been a bloody mess when he’d been brought in, stitched up and pushed into the familiar cold cell. He had no idea why he had survived; how his wounds had started to heal so fast into pink scabs. But then the moonlight had filtered in, bringing with it an eternity of shuddering agony. Claws and teeth and thick rust fur.
He shuddered and opened his eyes. He had embraced his inner self since then. He tottered off into the dark alley where his brothers had been murdered. There they were, the red-eyed bloodsucking couple, wrapped in an embrace. Not for long, he promised. C’mon, look.
He watched as their eyes widened in surprise at the blood bathed wall opposite their house with words in glistening black:
I KNOW YOUR SECRET…
He knew the scent would drive them mad. He knew they would want to know. Would want their secret safe. Bring it on, lovebirds! thought the young werewolf, as he bared his teeth and waited in the shadows.