The Blood On His Hands - Maxneil

Neil and Max have been best friends ever since that crazy summer at Camp Campbell. Now in their senior year at high school, the two troublemakers have stuck with each other through thick and thin. There wasn't a secret that the two hadn't shared.
That was until recently..
Neil started to notice something off about Max. How he had gone from the rebellious teen that loved to fuck about with teachers to quiet and snappy. What worried him more was the messy hair, torn clothes and cut knuckles whenever he came to school after an absence.
Even though Max knew that he could tell anything to Neil how the hell was he supposed to say that he was a werewolf?

<<WARNINGS>>
- GORE (and it wont be mild either, I'm a sucker for bloody werewolf fics)
-Mild smut?? Just making out tho so don't worry (also they're 18 in this you can't stab me)
I'll add more later hahah