A Secret Worth Keeping

Bump in the Night

TW: Mention of blood/injuries

Y/N POV:

I open my curtains slightly so I can get a better look at the figure in my yard.
"IS that officer Fenik?" I mumble to myself, "no? He looks.. off?" I ask myself at a whisper before I see him walking towards my door.
I quickly scramble to put on my robe and head down to the door.
As I reach the door, I go to grab the door handle, but stop myself. 'this doesn't feel right' I think to myself, looking through the peep hole in the door instead.
Officer Fenik is standing there outside the door, breathing heavily and looking at the floor.
Something about his face is off, he looks like he's struggling.

Before I can think further, he weakly knocks on the door, then he mutters, loud enough for me to hear, "Please.. I know you're there.. I need your help.." he stumbles and almost falls to the ground.
I can't help but to swing the door open, and rush to help him inside before he falls completely.
"What happened to you?" I ask in worry, gently laying him down on the couch, and rushing to the kitchen to grab my med kit.

"Not so good fight with someone I was trying to stop from doing something terrible" he says weakly
"Hope you don't care about this shirt" I say as I start cutting open his t-shirt, getting a proper look at his injuries "are these.. claw marks?" I ask, pulling disinfectant and cotton pads from the kit and starting to tend to his wounds.

"Uh.. ye- no? I don't want to freak you out" he chuckles then groans in pain.
"I can't properly tend to you if I don't know what these are from."
He winces at the sting of the disinfectant, then sighs "I suppose you're right, I am bleeding on your couch after all" he says with a weak smile.
"So..?"
He sighs and nods slightly "in all honesty, I was fighting.. a werewolf." He says, looking at me with concern.
"A werewolf? Come on, the truth." I smile a little at him
"Yeah.. that is the truth." He says, looking down at the floor, avoiding my gaze.
"You... FOUGHT A WEREWOLF?!" I exclaim in shock, taking my hands away from him "then... These scratches... If it was a werewolf then.."
"I'll become one too." He says, looking at me sternly.
I pause for a moment, processing what he just told me, I can't help but wonder what he looks like as a werewolf. "Okay. Noted."
"You're not afraid?"
"No."
"Why not?"