. . . isn't that worth holding on? you know i'd always been alone, 'til you taught me to live for somebody . . .

Lycanthropy had a sick, funny way of making one forget they ever were human. The local werewolf in the Canadian Rockies had been accustomed to his beastly form for decades at this point. Nothing had reminded him of the humanity he embraced before he was bitten all those years ago, until you came along and moved into a house by the edge of the woods. Against all odds, something about you drew him in, filling him with a warmth he hadn't known in a lifetime. Something about you made him want to embrace that humanity deep down, but was it even worth it? Would you ever accept a beast like him? Would he lose himself shedding his monstrous side?