Werewolf Shame

The cry that caught in his throat slowly turned into a howl as Frank felt his bones shift and he dug his fingers into the dirt. Even though it was early November, his body was overheated as he fell onto his side and began to sob. Every full moon, for the past six years it had been like this. Being attacked in the woods all those years ago had completely destroyed his life.
He couldn't tell his friends, no one would believe him even if he did. The thick pinkish scars that bubbled over the skin of his stomach throbbed, reminding him how trapped and alone he was. A part of him wished the wolf could have at least scratched him in a place that wouldn't have destroyed his tattoos. He then laughed sickly to himself thinking that didn't give much room to work with.
Frank was pulled from his thoughts as another spasm tore through his body and his shoulders popped out of place before resetting. His spine soon followed with more hollow pops and he cried out again, thrashing on his stomach as hot tears stained his cheeks.
"Fuck," he whimpered as he felt the beginnings of what would become thick brown fur covering his small body.
This part of the change was always the worst. He could feel the bones in his limbs begin to shift and elongate. The sensation traveled down his arms as he watched his fingers extend and the nails thicken as he groped helplessly at the forest floor. Frank let out another low whine as his jaw reset and his teeth grew into long sharp fangs.
Thankful that he had the forethought to remove all his clothes as soon as he felt the change coming, Frank felt his tail extend with a shiver up his spine.

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Gerard and Mikey were sitting in their shared apartment wondering why their friend had been acting so strange as of late. Well, more like Gerard was spinning theories and Mikey was pretending to listen while scrolling through his Instagram.
"I don't know man, Frank's a flake." Mikey shrugged, not looking up from his phone.
"I guess. But this isn't his normal flakiness. This is like advanced flakiness." The older brother said, waving his hands around, getting ash from his cigarette on his clothes.
"Try texting him?" Ray chimed in, sensing his friend starting to go on some tangent that 'Maybe he has a new group of friends' or 'maybe a new love interest!' It was always best to stop Gerard before he got started on his rants and began accusing Frank of being a supernatural being or something.
"Don't you think I did that already?" Gerard snapped.
"Jesus, fuck. Alright." Ray backed off and went back to plucking at the acoustic in his lap.
"Just go to his place and see if he's home. He does live in the same complex," Mikey all but sighed, shifting his body into a more comfortable position on the big couch.
"Yeah, I bet he's just like sleeping or something. The boy is basically narcoleptic," Ray chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, probably," Gerard agreed and grabbed his phone before he left his apartment.
Making the small walk to his friend's apartment, Gerard laughed at the fact that Frank still hadn't taken down his Halloween decorations yet. They would probably stay up until the landlord told him to take them down. Knocking on the door, Gerard waited for the door to open. When that didn't immediately happen, he knocked again with more vigor. Still no answer.
"What the fuck?" Gerard began to feel defeated and thought about just going home; maybe asking his friend about it tomorrow. But at the same time, he put this much effort to just walk away empty-handed. Deciding to try one last time, Gerard took his phone out of his pocket and dialed Frank's number. 'Maybe he was just in the bathroom, or in the middle of jerking off.' He held the phone to his ear and listened as it rang, and rang, and rang. Finally, on the sixth ring, Frank picked up.
"Hey, what are you doing right now?" Gerard began, hoping that he would be able to spend some time with one of his friends.
There was a long pause, then there was a point where Gerard could hear heavy breathing and pained groans. Feeling embarrassed, thinking he caught his friend in the middle of having sex or something, he began to stammer an apology before stopping.
"G-Ger...ard?" It sounded like Frank, but wrong somehow. Like the owner of the voice was in pain. There's no way that could be Frank.
"Frank?" he questioned. Hoping that he could get some context out of what was happening.
There was a low growl and a sharp snap could be heard. Gerard was stunned into silence as he heard his name groaned out once more before the line went dead.
Feeling thoroughly freaked out, Gerard shoved his phone back into his pocket and began making his way back to his own apartment
"What the fuck was all that?" Gerard mumbled to himself as he sat on his couch and ignored the strange looks he got from his friend and brother.
"Everything good?" Ray asked after an uncomfortable silence.
Gerard chewed on his lip rather than answer and sat back down in the same spot he was in before he left. Ray waited for an answer, realized he wasn't going to get one, then put his guitar down.
"Still nothing from Frank then?" He pressed again.
"Eh... sorta," Gerard shrugged, his hair bouncing off his shoulders. Ray arched his eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
"He wasn't home. I think I caught him in the middle of...stuff?" The pale man's cheeks flushed pink and he looked at his hands.
"Right on," Ray seemed satisfied with the response. Thinking that their shorter friend just had a date or something. Completely normal.
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