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Hi all! This isn't a Doctor Who fanfic so I apologise if this is against the rules. I just wanted to share something I've been working on for 2 years now!

Claws Out is a spin-off of MTV's Teen Wolf, with an entirely new set of characters in a new location (the fictional town of Crystalshaw) but within the same universe as its parent show. It focuses on Dylan Drummond, a sophomore student who gets bitten by a werewolf, and becomes one as a result. Themes in the initial episodes are reminiscent of Teen Wolf, but I've now on the seventh series and things have deviated quite a lot!

You don't need to have watched Teen Wolf to understand Claws Out as the core principles are explained again, so if you find a moment during your quarantine (!), any readers would be so very welcomed. I'll post the first two episodes in this topic for now, and if you want to read ahead, you can visit MJF's Stories by clicking the banner above.
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Half past seven on Sunday night was Dylan Drummond’s least favourite time of the week. It was homework time. He’d put it off all week, and now he had just a couple of hours to finish every task he was set before Monday beckoned. Sophomore year wasn’t as exciting as it had cracked up to be so far. Lessons were dull, he got mountains of homework and he was struggling to make friends. It was no help that Dylan moved house between freshman and sophomore years. So far, in his first month at Crystalshaw High, he’d only made one friend – his maths partner Yasmin Forsyth. Thankfully, for his own sanity, she was helping him with their maths homework that night. Lying comfortably on his bed while Yasmin sat next to him, Dylan stared down at the set of questions in front of him. Trigonometry did not look remotely appealing, and he diverted his attention out of the window nearby.
“This question needs the opposite and the hypotenuse, so you need…” Yasmin was explaining the question, before noticing Dylan wasn’t paying a single bit of attention, “Dylan, dude.” She was right. He wasn’t listening to a word she was saying, and just focused his attention. His new house was situated right next to a forest, with only a small lane leading the way from Crystalshaw town to his residence. He wasn’t sure he liked the location, but no nosey neighbours was always a benefit.
“Dylan” Yasmin insisted, firmer this time.
“Huh?” Dylan responded, snapping back into the room.
“I’m trying to do you a favour here, I finished this sheet on Tuesday” Yasmin nagged. She did that a lot, but Dylan couldn’t complain. She was always keen to help, but her work ethic was much faster than his own.
“I’m sorry, it’s just so boring, I can’t hide it” Dylan complained.
“Don’t let Mr. Larsen hear you say that, he’ll skin you alive” Yasmin laughed, “My sister said that he once overheard a boy say he was too strict, and he made him clean his classroom from top to bottom every night that week.”
“Oh, come on, he’s a puppy dog, a total softy. I’m sure I can wangle my way out of a detention for no homework” Dylan placed a lot of hope in his charm.
“If you say so” Yasmin doubted his abilities. She shut her textbook and looked back at Dylan, “So, what are we gonna do instead?”
“Why don’t we explore out there?” Dylan looked to the large gathering of trees outside his window.
“You want to explore the woods at this time of night? Are you crazy?” Yasmin retorted.
“Absolutely” Dylan smiled a cheeky smile. He stood up and held his hand out to a sceptical Yasmin. Giving in, she took his hand and rushed off away from the tedious pile of homework. However, neither noticed the sinister and unusual blood red glow just outside the window.

Running his hands through his locks, Dylan was immediately regretting not wearing a coat. It was on this occasion that he was thrilled he’d ignored his mum and grown his hair out longer than she wanted. Currently, his soft brown waves sat on top of his shoulders, providing that extra bit of warmth around his neck. He led the way out of his house and towards the forest, with a sheepish Yasmin following. She was dressed more sensibly, with a soft winter coat and a cute bobble hat that sat on top of her longer brown hair, flowing down her back like a gentle waterfall.
“Have you been out here before?” Yasmin queried.
“Not properly” Dylan responded.
“Dark forests give me the creeps” Yasmin noted. She had her arms wrapped around her body, partly for warmth and partly for self-protection.
“I’ll protect you” Dylan immediately responded.
“I can take care of myself” Yasmin was defiant, “Besides, you can’t even take care of your own biology textbook.” Dylan hated how Yasmin always burst his self-positivity bubble. He couldn’t argue with her though, she was always spot on with her observations. Over the top of the leaves rustling and twigs crackling, Dylan noticed a low-pitched grumbling sound. He stopped dead in his tracks, Yasmin bumping into him absent-mindedly.
“Did you hear that?” he asked, worried.
“Hear what?” Yasmin questioned, baffled. The grumble sounded again, this time louder than before.
“That” Dylan responded, his voice quivering, “Where’s it coming from?”
“I don’t know, but I sure as hell don’t want to find out. Let’s get out of here” Yasmin decided, terrified. She turned around and began sprinting in the direction they came. Dylan followed, but his clumsiness got the better of him and within an instant, he toppled to the floor, his phone bouncing out of his pocket and cracking. He landed with a thud, and by the time he looked up, Yasmin was out of sight. Trying to clamber up, Dylan had to make his own way back. He felt around for his phone but wasn’t sure exactly where it had bounced to.
“For crying out loud” he sighed, looking at the masses of mud all over his hands. Just as he got back onto his feet, he was pushed back down again, landing with another thud and another splash of mud, flying all over Dylan’s precious locks. He turned around – nothing was there. However, he was one hundred percent certain that he was pushed. By what? Dylan now felt terrified. Yasmin hadn’t returned for him, and he was out in the woods alone, at night, with something potentially dangerous. All of a sudden, he heard a familiar buzzing sound. Just a couple of metres away was his phone, vibrating with the backlight shining boldly.
“Thank god” Dylan breathed a sigh of relief as he reached to get it. Just as he stretched his arm, he felt an intense pain shoot through his body. It came from his right leg – something was biting him. He shrieked in pain, never feeling anything as horrific as that before. It was like a creature was sinking its teeth into him for its dinner. He used his left leg to kick the creature, summoning all of his strength, before grabbing his phone and running off, limping on his throbbing leg. He couldn’t get out of the forest fast enough.

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New Rules
Series 1, Episode 1
Written by MarthaJonesFan

Stumbling into his bedroom, Dylan slammed the door behind him. He felt an immediate sense of relief as he noticed just how fast his heart had been beating. He could have died out there. His mum would never have seen him again. He had to report it to the sheriff station first thing in the morning. What if it had moved by then though? That creature must have been smart, it only attacked when Dylan’s source of help was out of the way. Speaking of Yasmin, there was no sign of her. Dylan felt a huge sense of dread run through his body as he immediately feared the worst. What if there were more than one creature and the other one had attacked Yasmin? Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a note placed neatly on top of his duvet. Calming down, Dylan picked it up and immediately recognised Yasmin’s perfect handwriting.
“See you tomorrow” he read aloud. Dylan collapsed onto his bed, exhausted both physically and mentally. As he landed face first, he remembered the immense pain of his leg. He’d briefly forgotten the injury in his panic over Yasmin. Now he’d knocked it, and it hurt like hell. He gently rolled over and yanked up his jean leg that was covering the injury. Before he’d rolled it up, he could see the obvious teeth marks in the fabric with horrendous amounts of blood soaked around them. He was not looking forward to taking a closer look, but he knew he had to. Gently folding the tight light blue garment up, Dylan keenly looked at what the creature had done. Sure enough, it was as gruesome as he’d feared. There were gnaw marks in his skin and deep incisions where the blood had been dripping from. He darted into his en suite bathroom and quickly turned the shower hose on, cleaning out the disgusting wound. It stung like hell, but he couldn’t let it get infected. Afterwards, he dabbed it gently with a towel, avoiding any pain he could. Then, he reached into the cupboard above the sink and pulled out a large bandage, wrapping it around the wound several times to keep it protected. He’d kept the bandages from when he used to skateboard – he was constantly hurting himself, until he broke his leg and was forced to give it up by his mum. Glancing in the mirror, Dylan stared at his own face. He was lucky to be alive.

The next morning, Dylan strolled into school. The pain in his leg had subsided thankfully, and he bounced his way over to his locker, determined today would be better than yesterday. He took out his maths textbook and slammed his locker door shut, to find Yasmin glaring at him.
“Thanks for the text to let me know you were okay” Yasmin sarcastically retorted.
“You could’ve stuck around” Dylan stubbornly replied. He wasn’t one to admit he were wrong, and this occasion wasn’t any different.
“I had my own work to do, I thought you’d want to explore more. Anyway, I’m just glad you’re okay” Yasmin smiled, “Did you get your homework done?” Dylan’s face dropped.
“Darn it” he cursed, furious at himself.
“At least you’ve got your charm, remember?” Yasmin laughed. She led the way into Mr. Larsen’s classroom and took her seat at the desk in the back right hand corner. Dylan followed and sat in front of her. Just as he sat down, Dylan saw Jono arriving. Jono was in most of his classes and had barely said a word to Dylan since school started, much like the rest of his classmates. However, Dylan couldn’t help staring. He adored his autumnal brown curls, which were a similar length to his own. In fact, Jono was perfect. He’d listened for weeks to Yasmin and her own desires for him, not yet feeling confident to admit he shared them.
“He’s so dreamy” Yasmin commented. Dylan didn’t react as he watched Jono take the seat diagonally to the front and right of him. Perfect staring angle.
“Alright class, today we’re going to be working in pairs” Mr. Larsen announced, “But first, your homework assignments.” Mr. Larsen began collecting in the sheets of trigonometry questions people had placed on the edge of their desks. Dylan observed the different levels of effort that had gone into the homework. Some, like Yasmin, had perfectly drawn diagrams with beautifully laid out workings, while others had done the bare minimum. Mr. Larsen stopped at Jono.
“No homework?” Mr. Larsen deduced.
“Sorry sir” Jono responded; his usual relaxed nature now looking more sombre.
“You’ll be even more sorry when you’re doing it for an hour after school” Mr. Larsen cracked. Dylan grinned. He wouldn’t be alone for detention after all.
“Nothing from you either Drummond?” Mr. Larsen remarked. Dylan regretfully shook his head, his gleeful smile wiped off his face. Yasmin watched on, not seeing a single ounce of the charm he’d promised.
“Looks like I’ll be having a party in here tonight” Mr. Larsen noted.
You and me both, Dylan thought. His happiness instantly turned into annoyance, as he noticed a pen tapping sound really loudly in his ear. He turned around to Yasmin, deducing the sound was coming from her. He was ready to tell her to stop being irritating, but her pen was perched on her desk. It hadn’t been touched all lesson.
“What’s up?” Yasmin noticed he wasn’t his usual self.
“Can’t you hear that?” Dylan queried.
“Hear what? This better not be another animal thing like last night” Yasmin responded.
“Don’t worry” Dylan shrugged, not wanting to waste any more time when Yasmin obviously couldn’t hear it. He glanced at the opposite end of the classroom – there he saw one of his classmates tapping her pen exactly in time with the sound he was hearing.
“What the hell?” he muttered under his breath, confused at how he could hear it so clearly. Something wasn’t right. He glanced down at his leg. Dylan knew it had to be linked, and he couldn’t leave it any longer to find out. Trigonometry could wait.

Panicked, Dylan rushed out of the classroom and began heading towards the safety and privacy of the boys’ toilets. He looked in the mirror, feeling increasingly overwhelmed. He was breathless and panicked. He caught sight of his eyes in the mirror – bright yellow, like car lights. Terrified, Dylan unwrapped his bandage. To his horror, there was no sign of any wound. Any delight that it had healed was cancelled out at how inhumanely fast it had vanished without a trace. Dylan was beyond weirded out. Crazy stuff had been happening all day. Did he dream the night before? No, Yasmin remembered it. Besides, pain like that couldn’t be made up.
“Dylan?” Yasmin called from the other side of the door. She couldn’t see him like this – it would terrify her more than it had terrified him. He glanced in the mirror again. His eyes were back to normal. He must have dreamed that, surely? Yasmin burst through the door, concerned at the lack of response.
“Hey, what’s up?” Yasmin gently asked Dylan, “You’ve been acting strange all day.”
“Everything’s up” Dylan confessed, knowing he needed a helping hand desperately.

“You hurt yourself? Did you go to the hospital?” Yasmin questioned after Dylan filled her in on his injury the night before.
“I didn’t hurt myself, something else did. Whatever was out there, it bit into me” Dylan clarified. It was break time, and the pair sat on a bench outside, much like they did every single break time. Dylan was a sucker for routine.
“Where did it bite you?” Yasmin was concerned.
“Here” Dylan directed, lifting up his right trouser leg once more.
“There’s nothing there” Yasmin told him, now concerned for Dylan.
“There was, it was awful” Dylan corrected, “I don’t know what’s happened, but it healed overnight. That’s impossible.”
“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” Yasmin was sceptical.
“Yes!” Dylan was getting irritated by her lack of belief in him.
“Alright dude, chill out. I believe you, but you gotta admit it, it sounds ridiculous” Yasmin reasoned. Dylan knew she wasn’t wrong, and he hadn’t told her the weirdest part yet.
“I know” he admitted, “My eyes were glowing yellow too.” As Yasmin stared wide-eyed at Dylan’s continued revelations, not sure what to make of it, the mood was interrupted as they were joined at the bench by Drew Marsden – a six-foot tall jock who was in most of their classes.
“Hey dudes” he greeted. Dylan rolled his eyes. A few seconds of Drew’s presence was more than enough for him.
“Hey” Yasmin unenthusiastically replied. She didn’t like Drew any more than Dylan did, and his arrival at that precise moment was infuriating.
“What are you nerds talking about?” he questioned impolitely.
“Nothing much” Yasmin answered. Dylan sat in silence, trying to keep calm.
“What about pretty boy here?” Drew faced Dylan.
Drat, Dylan thought, hoping to avoid engaging at all. Simply looking at Drew’s face made his blood boil.
“Got any more detentions? Hey, at least you’ve got Jono, I’ve seen the way you stare at him” Drew teased. Dylan blushed – he’d been rumbled. All of a sudden, he felt himself getting angry. Angrier than he’d gotten after Drew’s remarks before. He was usually good at keeping calm and collected. His mum joked that if he were any more laid back, she’d rest her vases on top of him and call him a shelf. However, he was anything but relaxed in that moment. The mere sight of Drew made him furious. He looked at his hands, clenched tightly to make fists. Blood began to seep out of both fists, much to his horror. Terrified of what was happening to him, Dylan unclenched his hands to examine them. His fingers had turned into sharp, dangerous claws. He immediately shut his eyes, hoping and praying they weren’t glowing again. Noticing Dylan’s odd behaviour, Yasmin intervened.
“Hey, you can’t come over here and start making my friend feel uncomfortable. So what if he fancies Jono?” Yasmin defended. Drew huffed and sighed, before standing up and leaving, giving up.
“That was incredible” Dylan smiled to Yasmin, breathing a sigh of relief that their unwanted guest had gone, as well as the fact he was back to his usual self.
“He’s vile” Yasmin remarked as the school bell sounded. Time for double biology before lunch. Dylan couldn’t have felt less motivated if he’d tried.
“By the way” Yasmin caught his arm as he stood up, “I meant what I said. If Drew’s on the money, you know I don’t give a darn, right?”
“Right” Dylan awkwardly responded. His heart felt warm with Yasmin’s sentiment, but he didn’t want to confirm that Drew was right just yet. Still not feeling up to biology, Dylan saw his opportunity to escape.
“I’ve just remembered, I have an urgent dentist appointment” Dylan unconvincingly told Yasmin, rushing off before she could argue. Yasmin rolled her eyes, wondering what had gotten into her friend.

Tapping away ferociously at his computer, Dylan had actually gone to the local library down the road. This was the perfect chance to research his symptoms, so he could finally close the book on this madness and dismiss it as sleep deprivation or something similar. Besides, it wasn’t like he could go to a doctor about his symptoms. They would think he was crazy. Getting down to business, the first thing he googled was “yellow eyes”. All he saw were advertisements for contact lenses and help pages for jaundice – not the same thing. He then tried “claws”, and was met with links to fancy dress for Halloween and reviews for a drama series called ‘Claws’. It was always going to be a long shot. Feeling deflated, Dylan nevertheless tried his last attempt – “unusually fast healing”. Strangely, this brought up an article about a school in Beacon Hills, Beacon County. The article spoke of the hysteria created by a young high school student called Frankie Hartman, who wrote another article confirming the existence of werewolves, with a list of suspects and apparent proof, before withdrawing the article and rubbishing his claims as a moment of madness.
“What a psycho” Dylan remarked, talking quietly to himself. He continued reading through, gripped by how interesting the quotes from the original article were. It mentioned how they looked as werewolves. Startlingly, it referred to glowing yellow eyes, claws, and inhumanely fast ability to heal.
“It got you, didn’t it?” came a voice from directly behind. Dylan jumped out of his skin and turned around to see Drew watching him. Immediately on the defensive, Drew justified his arrival, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to cause trouble.”
“I don’t know what you’re on about” Dylan lied.
“I noticed the signs earlier. You did well to hide it but I knew what I was looking for. You can’t kid a kidder” Drew explained, speaking more softly than usual.
“What am I?” Dylan questioned, desperate to know.
“A werewolf” Drew answered, “Just like me.”
“This isn’t funny” Dylan didn’t believe him, in spite of what he’d just read.
“You saw that article. There are packs of werewolves all over the world” Drew continued.
“That article wasn’t genuine, didn’t you see the statement? Moment of madness” Dylan was still in denial.
“And you believe everything you read?” Drew laughed at Dylan’s innocence, “If the world knew about us, there would be chaos. People struggle to accept other humans as it is. To say adding a new species would be an uphill struggle is an understatement.” Dylan knew he was right.
“How did you… you know, find out?” Dylan queried. He still couldn’t get the word out.
“Bitten, like you” Drew answered.
“By another one?” Dylan tried to connect the dots.
”By the alpha” Drew concluded, “The leader of the pack. The only one that can pass the bite on.” Dylan tried to process the information. It was a lot to take in and he struggled with these revelations.
“I know it’s a lot, so I’ll leave you to digest it. You know where I am if you have more questions. When you have more questions” Drew concluded the chat, before walking off and leaving Dylan sat at his computer. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, but his day so far had been one ridiculous event after another.

Normality ensued that afternoon when Dylan slumped back into Mr. Larsen’s classroom. He was the first one there, and immediately went to sit at the back.
“Take out your homework sheet. I want it finished by the end of this hour” Mr. Larsen commanded. In that moment, Jono casually strolled in.
“Nice of you to join us Mr. Chadwick” Mr. Larsen commented.
“Sorry I’m late” Jono sheepishly apologised. Dylan thought he’d sit on a desk a couple of rows in front – they’d never spoken so he wasn’t expecting them to be best buddies all of a sudden. However, Jono headed straight to the back and plonked himself down on the seat next to Dylan without a second thought. Dylan was both delighted and disappointed. Delighted because there was now the tiny possibility of conversation, but disappointed because cheeky stares would now be much more of a challenge without Jono noticing.
“Alright?” Jono greeted, being friendly. Dylan froze. He had no idea if “alright” was a substitute for “hello”, or an actual request to find out how he was.
“Alright?” Dylan replied, opting for the former. Jono smiled in response – he picked the right option. So far, so good. Jono yanked his homework sheet out of his bag and sighed. Dylan couldn’t help enjoying the incredible scent of Jono’s aftershave, teasing his nostrils cruelly.
“I really hate math” Jono confessed, whispering to Dylan. Dylan found it difficult to cover up his excitement at conversation actually taking place. Jono was actually talking to him. Taking an interest in him. Now he surely was dreaming.
“Same” Dylan responded. He desperately wanted to make more conversation, but was stuck on what to say, “My friend Yasmin helps me out with it.”
“You two seem pretty close” Jono commented. Drat. He thought Dylan and Yasmin were an item. A common misconception and easily done, but it was the last thing Dylan wanted him to think.
“We’re just friends” Dylan clarified.
“Cool” Jono smiled. Dylan couldn’t read what this meant. Jono remained as cool as a cucumber, but the grin on his face looked cheeky. No matter what though, Dylan didn’t want to let himself get carried away.

For the next half hour, the duo sat mostly in silence, working their way through the homework sheet. The only conversation came from Jono asking Dylan for help, not that Dylan could offer much guidance. As the detention went on, Dylan felt more and more comfortable in Jono’s presence. He was letting his hair down and felt all the better for it.
“Boys, I’m just heading upstairs for five minutes to get some exercise books from the cupboard” Mr. Larsen announced. Both of them nodded in acknowledgement. As soon as he stepped out of the room, Jono dropped his pen onto the desk and turned his body to face Dylan.
“So, Mr. Larsen, hot or not?” Jono asked light-heartedly. Dylan was taken aback. Huh? Why was he asking about a man? Did he know his secret? Well, one of his ever-growing list of secrets. He considered the question anyway. Mr. Larsen hadn’t been teaching for long, he must have been no older than 28 or so, but he looked younger.
“He’s not bad, not really my type” Dylan confessed, essentially coming out to Jono. He felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
“He’s a cutie, the best thing about math” Jono added. Dylan was mind blown. Not only did he just confirm his own interest in guys, but his crush had done the exact same. He didn’t know how to react.
“So, what is your type?” a nosey Jono picked up on Dylan’s reply. Considering his words very carefully, Dylan pondered a response that was something other than “you”.
“Dark hair, my age, cute smile” Dylan described what he saw in front of him, without giving the game away.
“Me too really” Jono mentioned. Dylan’s heart fluttered. He knew that description could easily fit him too; well, he hoped Jono found his smile cute anyway. Regardless of the flirting, Dylan was still finding it too good to be true. Jono was surely going to tell him it was all a wind up soon.
“Hey, when this detention is over, do you wanna hang out?” Jono proposed. Dylan immediately wanted to shout “yes” but didn’t want to appear overly enthusiastic.
“Sure” he replied, keenly but calmly. There was no sign of the so-called werewolf in him so far, he just needed to keep things at bay for a while longer. It was the only thing that could spoil his evening.

The final half-hour of the detention was a slog for Dylan. The anticipation of hanging with Jono was too high, and any idea of actually getting his head around trigonometry was long since gone. Every second felt like an hour, and he had never seen the minute hand of the clock tick around to the hour so sluggishly. He was convinced he’d done a solid twenty minutes of work, but the clock only told him it had been five.
“Alright boys, off you go” Mr. Larsen dismissed the pair. Dylan could have jumped for joy, like an excited puppy. He shoved his equipment into his bag carelessly and followed Jono’s lead out of the classroom. Out of the corridors and into the open air of the car park, Dylan’s excitement and eagerness was almost bubbling over. He had to keep an eye on himself, just in case something weird happened again. He needed to look normal in front of Jono. Leading the way to his car, Jono opened the passenger door for Dylan, like a chauffeur. Impressed, Dylan clambered into Jono’s small but cosy car. It was a little messy, not as well kept as Jono’s appearance would suggest, but it was typical of a teenage boy. The red colour appealed to Dylan – not only was it his favourite colour, but it seemed to represent every emotion he’d experienced in his rollercoaster day.
“Where are we going?” Dylan eagerly questioned.
“My hangout, you’ll see” Jono vaguely replied. Dylan’s interest was perched. Jono flicked the on switch on his car radio, starting up a commercial radio station. “New Rules” by Dua Lipa was playing.
“I love this song” Dylan commented, making conversation.
“Me too, have you hard the album?” Jono reciprocated. Dylan shook his head.
“Oh my god, we must listen to it, you’re missing out” Jono gushed. Common ground. Dylan smiled – another box ticked. He had a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, one he hadn’t experienced before. The car journey was short, Jono only lived about five minutes away from the school. His house was in the middle of a quiet, pleasant looking street. The house itself was bigger than Dylan’s, and most excitingly, he spotted a substantial looking treehouse outside in the front garden.
“Welcome home” Jono grinned as he parked up on the driveway.
“Wow” Dylan was in awe of the treehouse. It looked so cosy, and it made him envious.
“It’s my escape from my sister” Jono explained, “Wanna see it?”
“Sure” Dylan grinned. Jono led the way up the beautifully sculpted wooden ladder, Dylan following just behind. It was an easy enough climb, although he wasn’t the biggest fan of heights.
It’s alright, I’ll just heal if I fall, like earlier, Dylan thought. However, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of that. Just because some freaky garish bite in his leg healed, it didn’t mean he’d heal quickly forevermore. Jono gave him a hand at the top of the ladder, and as soon as his feet touched the strong wooden floor, Dylan took in his surroundings. The treehouse was reasonably roomy, with enough space for them to stand up. A couple of chairs were up there, as well as beanbags and a table. The walls were decorated pristinely, with posters of singers and television shows that Jono liked. Dylan eyed a Dua Lipa poster among them.
“This is where I do my homework. Sorry, there’s no heating, but I keep this up here” Jono chucked a blanket over to Dylan, who plonked himself down on a beanbag.
“Cheers” Dylan responded, wrapping the blanket around himself as comfortably as he could, sheltering himself from the bitter cold of the approaching night.
“I only have the one, so we’ll have to share” Jono mentioned. Dylan would usually have sighed, having just made himself extra cosy under the blanket, but he didn’t mind sharing. The butterflies in his stomach were amplifying. Once again, he checked for any potential claws. Nothing out of the ordinary so far. Phew. Jono crashed onto the beanbag adjacent and grabbed the end of the blanket. They were closer than before, and Dylan didn’t know what to say. An awkward silence ensued.
“You wanna…?” Jono began, tailing off. He didn’t have to say more. Looking directly into his eyes, Dylan knew exactly what he meant.
“Yes” Dylan responded, giving his consent nervously but excitedly. Jono leaned in towards Dylan’s face, until their lips met. Dylan instantly knew he adored the touch of Jono’s soft, smooth, gentle lips – the best feeling in the world. He felt more at ease around Jono than he ever had. It just felt right. As they kissed, Dylan felt Jono’s hand playing with his hair, so he did the same back. The feel of Jono’s luscious curls in his hand just made everything even better. He opened his eyes momentarily and was horrified to see that his fingers had become claws, much like he’d worried, and they were messing with Jono’s precious hair. He had to escape somehow, before things got even worse…
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Tapping away at her laptop, Yasmin was concerned by Dylan’s behaviour earlier in the day. He was erratic and talking nonsense. However, in the short time Yasmin had known him, she knew he wasn’t a liar. Those symptoms he had were unlike anything any human could have, and she didn’t need to be top of the biology class to know that. Glowing eyes was the most concerning part. However, it wasn’t like she could refer to a textbook for answers. She had to know more. Could she ask Dylan? Would he reciprocate? She had no idea. No matter what she thought she knew about Dylan, she had still only known him a short while. Despite being the smartest person in all of her lessons, Yasmin knew she struggled socially and people generally avoided her. Dylan was kind to her from the start, that’s why they became friends. She had to be kind in return. Help him out. Do him a favour. With no more thinking or hesitation, Yasmin picked up her car keys and set off to Dylan’s house.

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Redemption
Series 1, Episode 2
Written by MarthaJonesFan

Never having felt such a conflict of emotions, Dylan was in the worst predicament of his life. He was kissing his crush, which was unbelievable just a couple of hours before, and it felt so good. However, he was shifting. He was becoming a werewolf again, if he believed what he had read that is. Jono simply couldn’t witness this. It would ruin any chance Dylan had with his perfect guy. He had to break the kiss without being rude, and without giving the game away too. That was impossible, he concluded. He’d been waiting for this moment since he first laid eyes on Jono. He couldn’t give it up, and he knew Jono would never forgive him. Why did this have to be happening now? He navigated his hand to his own cheek and was horrified by how hairy it was. He was transforming fully. All of a sudden, he felt a hand on his shoulder, applying force and yanking him away from Jono.
“Sorry boys” a familiar voice interrupted. Dylan didn’t glimpse at who it was. He was too busy ensuring he was facing in the opposite direction, shielding his face from Jono. However, his mind was working overtime trying to figure out who it was. Who would have known where he was? What he is? Only one person – Drew. That’s whose voice it was.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jono was confused at his classmate arriving to interrupt his special moment.
“Dylan needs to be home right now, his grandma’s coming” Drew lied.
“Why do you care?” Jono delved deeper.
“I’m his cousin” Drew continued, lying flawlessly.
“Oh, alright, I’ll text you Dylan” Jono spoke, sounding disappointed.
“Bye” Dylan sounded equally disappointed as he spoke without making eye contact. He stared at his hands – his fingers were still claws, and he hated it. He wanted to become normal again. Drew shoved him on the back, signalling that he had to get a move on.

Sulking all the way home, Dylan was gutted to be back so soon. Drew had kindly given him a lift, and he was back to his normal self, but he wanted so much more. He needed so much more. It hurt even more considering how close he was. Jono’s kiss was perfect, and he was now craving it. He was addicted, in the best possible way, and stepping out of the car outside his house felt hideous. Drew was the last person he wanted to see, even if he were grateful for the intervention. It was probably the least awkward way out of that scenario.
“I’m sorry dude” Drew sincerely apologised.
“Why is this happening to me? I want a quiet life, I want to kiss the boy I fancy, what’s the problem? Why can’t I just have that?” Dylan ranted, not caring that his mum inside might have been in hearing range.
“This is your life now. You’ve got to adapt” Drew told him firmly.
“What do you know anyway? You don’t know me” Dylan was frustrated, “Leave me alone.” He stormed his way to the front door.
“You’ll come and find me, when you want to know more” Drew called after. Dylan didn’t care. He slammed the front door after him and stomped up the stairs to his bedroom. Swinging open the door, he was taken aback to see Yasmin sat waiting for him, arms folded.

Bemused by the end to an incredible evening, Jono was lying across his bed, cuddling his favourite cushion for comfort. He felt disappointed and extremely confused as to why Drew dragged Dylan away. What made things worse is the lack of communication from Dylan after Drew’s arrival. Why didn’t he say a word? It wasn’t too much to ask for a proper goodbye. It’s not like he was hiding anything from Drew – it was a bit late for that considering how passionate their snogging was. He really liked Dylan, and that made it feel worse. He’d only properly known him for about an hour and a half, but that was all the time he needed to know he was as sweet and lovely as he looked. However, if this was how he was going to be treated, perhaps it wasn’t worth the effort. Jono’s thought process was interrupted by the gentle knocking on the outside of his bedroom door. Poking her head around the door, a young lady with long, silky brunette hair styled perfectly into a bun entered the room.
“Penny for them?” she chirped.
“It’s a long story Lily” Jono brushed her off.
“I don’t give up that easily, you know that” she firmly responded, entering the room and elegantly sitting on the edge of Jono’s bed. She was wearing an evening dress and posh high heels, looking drop-dead gorgeous, “It’s boy drama, isn’t it?”
“Is it that obvious?” Jono stopped trying to conceal his emotions.
“I’m your big sister. It’s my job to suss out your crap” Lily joshed, “Tell me the details.”
“You know I mentioned that guy at school, the one I really fancied? We kissed, in the treehouse” Jono revealed, blushing with embarrassment.
“Oh my god” Lily was enjoying the gossip, “Was he good?”
“Great” Jono smiled, his mind reliving the moment.
“So, what’s the issue?” Lily nudged the story on.
“He had to rush off, his so-called cousin turned up. It was weird, he didn’t look me in the eye after” Jono’s demeanour soured again.
“That’s super weird” Lily agreed with him, “But if he’s worth it, and if he’s into you as much as you’re into him, he’ll give you an explanation tomorrow. Don’t give up so easily.” Jono nodded, taking his big sister’s advice on board. She was right – time would tell if Dylan was worth the effort or not. The ball was in his court.

“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting here for half an hour. Your mom had no idea where you were” Yasmin complained. Dylan was not in the mood. He ignored her and crashed out on his bed, bouncing as his weight crashed onto the soft, comfy mattress. Yasmin stood up to avoid being knocked out. She took a moment to think. Perhaps she was being harsh. He wasn’t himself. He obviously needed a friend, not nagging.
“I’m sorry” she said gently, re-assessing her tone, “I’m just worried about you. You’ve been erratic today. What’s up?” She got no response from Dylan. Wow, he really was in a bad mood.
“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s up” she spoke softly, gently perching herself on the edge of the bed. He reshuffled himself to face towards her.
“Will you believe me if I tell you?” Dylan asked. He sounded worried.
“Of course” Yasmin instantly responded. She didn’t even have to think about that answer.
“I’m a werewolf” Dylan simply started. Taken aback, Yasmin took a couple of seconds to process and join the dots. As ludicrous as it sounded, it actually made perfect sense. The healing, the glowing eyes, everything joined up.
“Wow” she responded, speechless, “That’s insane.”
“You’re telling me” Dylan sighed.
“How do you even know all this? It’s not like this information is on Wikipedia” Yasmin attempted to get her head around it.
“Drew, he’s a werewolf too. He gave me a lift back. That’s why he came over to us earlier” Dylan explained.
“Wait, that asswipe is a werewolf? Him, of all people?” Yasmin was offended by the mere mention of his name.
“He did me a favour, I think he genuinely wants to help” Dylan insisted.
“Hold on, rewind a second. He gave you a lift? Where were you? You never said” Yasmin interrogated. Dylan’s face sunk. For a change, he didn’t give an immediate answer.
“I was with Jono” he confessed, “We got talking and, err, things happened.” His body language was awkward and uncomfortable. It didn’t take much for Yasmin to read between the lines.
“You and the fit boy? Oh my god, I can’t believe it!” Yasmin perked up as she connected the dots and realised what Dylan was referring to, “That’s incredible, I mean I’m totally jealous, but I guess I never had a chance.”
“It’d be incredible if I didn’t start to shift while making out” Dylan didn’t share Yasmin’s enthusiasm, “Drew saved me just in time.”
“Oh boy, that’s not so good” Yasmin toned down her excitement, “You’ve gotta make it up to him.”
“What if I shift again? Drew can’t follow me everywhere. I can’t risk him finding out” Dylan was insistent.
“Maybe we need more information. There must be a reason why you shifted, and I’d bet all my money on Drew knowing the answers” Yasmin considered.

That night, Dylan tucked himself into bed hoping to get a good night of kip. He felt like he’d barely relaxed all day, and now he was in his bed, he was hoping this was his chance to finally switch off. His bed had never felt comfier. He pulled the duvet up to his neck and positioned himself comfortably, lying on the right-hand side of his body. He glanced at the clock – 23:58. Around seven hours of sleep before school. A bit less than normal but not bad. That was the last thing he remembered until he woke up in somewhere that wasn’t even slightly as cosy. All of a sudden, Dylan found himself in the forest. Dawn was approaching and the sun was starting to shine through the treetops. How did he get here? He had no recollection of anything. He shot up onto his feet, parting with the leaves that had become his pillow. Looking around, Dylan saw nothing familiar. He didn’t know where he was. The forest might as well have been a foreign country for all he knew about it. He had to find his own way out. Picking a direction, he sprinted as fast as he could. The less time he spent in that forest, the better. Even if he ended up at the other end of town, at least he’d be able to phone for help. That was the most annoying thing – his own mobile was still on his bedside table. He had nothing but his pyjamas. Faster and faster, Dylan used all of his strength to run. He was part wolf now. He could run much faster than he ever could before.
It has some benefits, Dylan thought to himself. To his relief, as he jumped over twigs and streams, he caught glimpse of his house. Dylan made a mental note to trust his judgement more often. Slowing down the exceptionally fast pace of his running, Dylan exited the forest through the clearing. However, he turned back, hearing a familiar growling sound. The same one as a couple of nights ago.
“I’ll find you, whatever you are. Whoever you are” Dylan threatened, feeling much less terrified this time around. He pressed on the doorbell of his house, and his mum answered it, about thirty seconds after it rang. Her hair was messy she was wearing a dressing gown, looking like she’d just gotten out of bed.
“Where the heck have you been?” Caroline Drummond questioned before allowing him access.
“I couldn’t sleep, I went for a walk” Dylan lied. He hated lying to his mum, but the truth was far worse than a tiny white lie.
“In your pyjamas?” she was unimpressed, “Well, I better get started on breakfast. There’s no chance of getting back to sleep now.” Dylan slumped into the house and slammed the front door behind him. Home sweet home. He’d never been more relieved to be back. In fact, even the sound of Caroline complaining couldn’t put him off.

Walking to school that day felt like much more of a slog than usual. Dylan was tired after a hectic night. He racked his brain all morning but absolutely nothing could tell him what he did. He was optimistic though. School was going to be a welcome distraction. If he could avoid the telling-off for missing double biology yesterday, that is. As he arrived at school, he saw Jono’s tiny car pull up outside. Not making eye contact, Jono headed straight for the main entrance.
“Jono!” Dylan called after him.
“Yeah?” Jono turned around and responded nonchalantly. He didn’t look especially happy to see Dylan,
“I am so sorry about last night, I truly mean that” Dylan apologised sincerely. He meant every word he said, he just needed to ensure Jono did too, “Drew is pretty forceful and I was embarrassed that he showed up. Please let me make it up to you.” Jono perked up. The blank expression on his face turned into the cute smile Dylan adored.
“My sister’s throwing a party tonight, wanna come?” Jono suggested excitedly.
“I’ll be there” Dylan grinned. That was one problem solved, and it went as well as it possibly could have.

Of course, Dylan’s day didn’t stay perfect for long. His first lesson was biology, and Mrs. Johnson was forever scolding students for missing her lessons without a sick note. The most important thing was that he stayed calm. Hopefully that would keep the wolf inside him at bay. He managed to avoid shifting throughout school yesterday, today should be a piece of cake. If only he knew why he shifted so sporadically. What happened to werewolves only shifting on a full moon?
“Morning Dylan” Mrs. Johnson greeted with a glare as he sheepishly strolled into the lab.
“Hi” he awkwardly responded.
“Any reason for missing my lesson yesterday? You showed up to all of your other lessons and I wasn’t aware of any dentist appointment” Mrs. Johnson began.
“Sorry, I’ll catch up” Dylan tried to avoid further interrogation.
“Sorry for what? Bunking?” Mrs. Johnson didn’t give in.
“Why are you doing this?” Dylan took offence to Mrs. Johnson’s accusations, and he felt his insides burning up with anger.
“Excuse me?” Mrs. Johnson was appalled by Dylan’s response. Dylan didn’t care though, he saw nothing but red. On red alert, Yasmin jumped out of her seat at the other end of the classroom and rapidly escorted her friend outside, with Drew following. On their way out, they passed Jono, only just arriving for the lesson.
“Hey Dylan“ Jono excitedly greeted, but his volume tailed off as Dylan didn’t make eye contract. He walked inside the classroom cautiously, and glanced at Mrs. Johnson, “Is he okay?”
“That’s my question too” Mrs. Johnson sighed. Jono was intrigued and very confused. Dylan was capable of acting especially odd when he wanted to but was the sweetest person ever otherwise.

Shoving him carelessly into the boys’ toilets, Drew knew he had a loose cannon on his hands in Dylan. Dylan knew it himself too, which should make his job easier. At least he had a willing student. However, Dylan was the first new werewolf he had encountered in Crystalshaw in years. He wanted to be the kind of person to Dylan that he wished he’d had many years back. Dylan was fighting back though. He had fully shifted into his wolf form, and unsurprisingly, he hadn’t learnt any aspect of control yet. To protect her, Drew ensured Yasmin was stood firmly behind him. He could heal, she could not. The look on her face was one of both amazement and horror, as she finally saw first-hand what her friend had become.
“Dylan, you have to calm down” Drew firmly stated. Dylan growled at him, annoyed and volatile.
“What can we do?” Yasmin desperately asked.
“We can’t do anything, it’s down to him” Drew vaguely answered, “He controls the shifts. Only right now, he hasn’t read the manual.”
“Read it for him, then” Yasmin commanded. Drew had to be careful. Too much information would not help Dylan – only confuse him. He needed to be selective with the advice and guidance he gave away.
“Dylan, I need you to look at me” Drew grabbed Dylan’s cheeks in his hands. He struggled, but Drew knew he was stronger, “Think of something, or someone, that you love and care for. Find them in your mind and use them to pull yourself back. Find your anchor.”

Dylan heard exactly what Drew was saying. He understood and processed it with no difficulty. However, acting on it was proving to be more than just a little bit difficult. His mind was a mess. He couldn’t focus his thoughts for even a single second.
“Find your anchor, Dylan” Drew commanded, much more firmly second time round. Anchor. Who was his anchor? Is that even a serious question? Obviously, it was Jono. Using all of his willpower, Dylan tried to think of Jono. Picture his face, hear his voice, anything that could make him feel like his usual self. He imagined a door, and slammed it shut on the anger he felt. Jono was all he had in his mind. He felt calmer, and in control of himself again. He now focused on Drew’s face in front of him – breathing a sigh of relief. He had done it. He’d conquered the wolf. For now, anyway.
“I did it” Dylan exclaimed, proud of himself.
“Better late than never” Drew scoffed. Yasmin flung her arms around him, relieved he was back to his usual self.
“I’m so glad you’re alright” she smiled, “I guess you won’t feel up to the party tonight.”
“Party?” Drew’s relief quickly turned back into concern.
“I’ll be fine, I’m not letting Jono down” Dylan insisted.
“No no no, you have to back out” Drew was adamant.
“No chance, this werewolf business has already ruined my life, I’m not letting it take away the best thing I have right now. The only good thing to have happened in the past couple of days” Dylan reasoned.
“Jono may be your anchor, but he could easily enough make you turn again. You could kill him, and everyone else at the party” Drew detailed.
“Wait, I could kill people?” Dylan was astonished.
“Yes, you’re a predator” Drew answered.
“Have you killed anyone?” Dylan was panicking. Drew looked to be considering the wording of his response. Annoyingly, before Drew could utter a word, the school bell rang. Drew pushed past Dylan and Yasmin, as if he were very keen to reach his next class. Dylan felt more uncomfortable than ever. The idea that he could kill someone horrified him, and he was certain he would never let that happen. However, after his lack of control earlier in the day, he wasn’t sure he had much choice in the matter anymore.

Much to Dylan’s relief, the rest of the school day was a relative breeze. Nothing else provoked him, and above all else, he was glad this werewolf business had made Drew act nicer to him. He wasn’t missing his taunts and jibes. However, he knew an awful lot about, well, just about everything werewolf related. Annoyingly though, there was no more mention of who or what this “alpha” is, or what it means for him. Who knows? The entire thing could be a bluff and Drew could be the alpha. He had to keep his guard up. Now he was at home, getting dressed ready for the party, and the nerves were bubbling inside him, but nothing would prevent him from his night of joy with Jono.
“Dylan, are you decent?” Caroline yelled from the other side of the bedroom door. He wanted his mum’s approval for his new smart-casual shirt and stylish black jeans.
“Yeah mom, come in” Dylan responded. Caroline peeped around the door, and looked astounded.
“Wow, don’t you scrub up well?” she smiled, “I’m so proud of you.” Dylan grinned too. It meant a lot to hear that from his mum, especially after a turbulent few months.
“I’m getting picked up in ten minutes” Dylan informed her.
“By Yasmin? Whose party is this anyway? I don’t think you said” Caroline queried.
“Yeah, and it’s Lily Chadwick, she lives a few minutes’ drive away” Dylan answered carefully. He was telling the truth but omitting one or two of the facts.
“You’ve never mentioned her” Caroline commented.
“Mom, is this an interrogation?” Dylan kept his cards close to his chest and didn’t want his mum prying.
“No sweetie, I’m sorry. You’re old enough to make your own decisions” Caroline smiled again, “Have a wonderful time.” She gently closed the door as Dylan made the final checks to his appearance. He flung a mint into his mouth for freshness and ruffled his untidy hair – the only part of his look that wasn’t planned to every detail. Perfectly imperfect, he liked to think.

Pulling up on Dylan’s driveway, perfectly on time as always, Yasmin beeped her horn to signal her arrival. She had been out dress shopping after school to ensure she looked her best for the party – her first in quite a while. It’s not that she was unpopular, but because Yasmin was such a bookworm, people arrogantly assumed she wouldn’t be interested, and she never got invited to any cool events. Even now, she was basically Dylan’s “plus one” after his new lover invited him. On the bright side, it would provide a chance for her to get to know the studs in Lily’s year group. Any opportunity to find a boyfriend. Just moments after beeping the horn, Dylan emerged from the house, dressed impressively smart. Yasmin knew he had to put in as much effort as possible for Jono to make up for the night before.
“You look dashing” she complimented as he flung the door open. Dylan smiled, ruffling his hand through his hair again.
“And you…” Dylan was breath-taken as he examined Yasmin’s sparkling light blue dress and her hair beautifully styled into a bun, “…You look stunning.”
“I try my best” Yasmin joked, “The guys better notice me now.”
“You’ll be batting them away like tennis balls” Dylan jested. The jovial tone didn’t last, and Yasmin turned their focus to the elephant in the room.
“Nervous?” Yasmin questioned.
“Heck yeah” Dylan immediately responded, “I feel sick.”
“Good” Yasmin bluntly replied, “It means it’s a big deal for you.”
“You can say that again” Dylan added, feeling the pressure.
“You’ll be just fine. If you feel like you’re gonna shift, just find me. Don’t forget your anchor, either” Yasmin reminded.
“What good is that when my anchor caused my shift last night?” Dylan was still baffled by everything.
“We’ll investigate that later. For now, you have a man to impress. A very fit man, at that, so if you ruin this chance, he’s all mine” Yasmin flashed him a cheeky smile, before setting her car into gear and reversing back off the drive.

Similarly, Jono was ensuring he looked his very best too. Dylan hadn’t seen his house properly, only the treehouse, and he was going to be meeting Lily for the first time also. It was nerve-wracking, but so very exciting too. He couldn’t help feeling it was a little premature though. He and Dylan weren’t official, or anything really, but maybe tonight was the night it would change. Everything had to be perfect. First impressions were everything, and he wanted Dylan to love his house, and Lily had to be on her best behaviour. That said, it was her party. She never behaved too well with alcohol in her. He plodded down the stairs and into the living room, where Lily was setting up the audio system for the night. Her phone was plugged in using Jono’s auxiliary cable – Lily was useless when it came to technology beyond the Instagram app.
“You look amazing” Jono complimented as he collapsed onto the posh, comfy sofa against the ceiling of the spacious living room. The décor was expensive, his parents worked in law and could afford to splash out, but he didn’t want to brag. Lily on the other hand was a different case.
“Thanks” she smiled, flicking her beautifully curled auburn locks as she turned to face him, “You’re dressed to kill. He’s gonna love it.”
“You think?” Jono was doubting himself.
“If he has any sense” Lily added, “What’s his name? You never said.”
“Dylan” Jono answered. Even saying his name to Lily felt strange. Almost like Dylan was a figment of his imagination crossing over into the real world.
“Are you gonna tell mom and dad?” Lily queried.
“We’re not even official yet, I don’t know if he wants that from me” Jono expressed his concerns.
“Take this from the expert of failed relationships” Lily dished advice out to her younger brother, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You’ve got nothing to lose by asking what he wants. If he’s not ready for the boyfriend tag yet, that’s alright.” Jono nodded. It didn’t make him any less nervous, but it was a comforting thought amongst the craziness of his mind.

Fifteen minutes later, Yasmin’s car pulled up outside. Dylan took a proper glance at Jono’s house, getting much closer than he had the night before. The sheer size of it had passed him by in the heat of the moment. Jono’s family must have been rich to afford such a house. Maybe there would be a spare room for him and Jono to escape if the party got crazy. Or a room for Yasmin to restrain him if he shifted. The latter felt more likely. The party looked to be filling up already, as a stream of people were arriving, all dressed to the nines, and suddenly the idea of a party felt very scary. Drew’s words still rung through his head. What if all of these people left the party in body bags? No, that wouldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let that happen. Optimism was the key.
“Ready?” Yasmin prompted, already spotting eye candy on the way in.
“Yeah” Dylan unconvincingly replied. He shoved the car door open and looked at his reflection in the window. He was still his usual self. He didn’t feel different, beyond the nerves. So far, so good. Yasmin led the way into the house, and Dylan couldn’t help notice how posh the house was. There were stylish paintings hung in the hallway, and an expensive-looking rug along the floor. The stairway was grand and there was so much space everywhere. Sometimes, this could be a hinderance to the warmth of the house, but it still managed to feel cosy and homely. Not that it would stay that way for long, with the number of teenagers and young adults piling in. He desperately looked around for Jono, or even anybody he or Yasmin would know. Jono was the priority though. Annoyingly, all he could see around him was a sea of teenagers a couple of years older. Much to his concern, the first familiar face he spotted was Drew, at the far end of the corridor, watching Dylan. He looked to find Yasmin, but she had vanished.
Probably found a hot guy, Dylan assumed. He marched towards Drew, furious that he had arrived.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Dylan spoke quietly but harshly.
“Keeping an eye out. I knew you’d ignore me and you’re a loose cannon, so I thought I’d drop by” Drew explained.
“Nice to know you have faith in me” Dylan retorted.
“Dylan!” came a pleasant familiar voice from behind. Dylan spun himself around to see Jono, waiting eagerly for him. They leaned in for a hug. Dylan found it a little awkward, not sure how much to reciprocate, but he embraced the moment. After all, he was the one who had some making up to do.
“You look beautiful” Dylan admired Jono and the effort in his outfit. His cologne smelt heavenly too.
“You too, wow” Jono smiled. Dylan was delighted that his own effort had been noticed, “Want a drink?”
“Sure. Is there somewhere quiet we can go?” Dylan questioned, aware that Drew was still watching over his shoulder just behind.
“I’ll take you to my room, but first, I want you to meet someone” Jono grabbed Dylan’s hand and dragged him away from Drew, and into the kitchen.

Losing herself in the music, Yasmin was having a great time. She’d lost sight of Dylan but was now dancing with a cute lad from a couple of years above at school. The music was loud and she was enjoying it, not that she really knew what it was. Some generic dance song you would hear in a club, she assumed. Despite the fun she was having, Dylan was still on her mind. She was worried for him. Much to her horror, she spotted Drew in the corner of her eye, hanging around in the corner of the living room. Regretfully, she ceased dancing with the hot guy, whose name she didn’t know, and went to interrogate.
“Oh, here we go again” Drew remarked before Yasmin could say a word.
“Again? What do you mean?” Yasmin queried.
“I’ve already had Dylan giving me an earful, I could do without. I’m trying to do you both a favour” Drew explained.
“A favour? By stalking us everywhere we go?” Yasmin questioned his choice of wording.
“No, by stalking Dylan everywhere he goes. It’s a pure coincidence if you’re there too” Drew dryly replied.
“Do you not have a life of your own?” Yasmin was fed up of Drew by this point. Sure, he had stopped picking on her and Dylan, but this was annoying on another level.
“No, not really” Drew bluntly replied. Yasmin didn’t really know what to say beyond that and sighed.

Jono was leading Dylan into the kitchen. It was hard to sift through the vast amount of people that had arrived. Obviously, a party at the Chadwick house wasn’t one to be missed. Jono held closely onto Dylan’s hand, careful not to lose him amongst everyone. Dylan loved the feel of his soft skin against his, it was bliss and he never wanted to let go. At the far end of the kitchen, Jono grounded to a halt, in front of a girl who must have been a couple of years older than him.
“Dylan, meet my sister Lily” Jono nervously introduced.
“Hey” Lily excitedly grinned, “I’ve heard a lot about you, nice to meet you.”
“Hiya” Dylan awkwardly said, unsure what to say next. He offered out a hand for a handshake, which Lily graciously accepted.
“A gentleman, I like” Lily smiled, “Tell me something about yourself, Dylan.” While Dylan appreciated that Lily wanted to know more about him, his mind went blank. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember a single one of his interests. He froze.
“Err” he slurred, then it came to him, “I’m hoping to become a journalist.”
“Me too” Jono exclaimed, “I’ve always wanted to be one. I’ve been talking to Miss Daniel at school about setting up a school paper. Maybe we could work on that together?” Dylan was amazed. This was an offer he would be stupid to refuse. An excuse to spend more time together.
“Sure, sounds great” Dylan replied enthusiastically, but not quite as excitably as he would have liked. He didn’t want to lose his cool.
“Right, we’re gonna head upstairs. Call on up if you need help” Jono said before dragging Dylan back away. He didn’t want to spend too much time talking to Lily when he’d much rather be alone with Dylan. Feeling similarly, Dylan was excited. Alone in Jono’s bedroom. Nobody to disturb them or interfere with them. Most importantly, it was somewhere Drew couldn’t spy on him either. They trotted up the stairs into the much quieter out-of-bounds upstairs area, and to the right of the staircase was Jono’s room. He pushed open the door, and Dylan took in his surroundings. The room was stylish and modern, with a laminate flooring and colourful rugs to liven the place up. Posters covered the walls, much like the treehouse, and Jono’s laptop sat with the lid shut just opposite his double bed, made perfectly without as much as a crease in the duvet. He was amazed at just how tidy the room was, in contrast to his slightly messy little car.
“How is it so neat?” Dylan was amazed. His own room was what he liked to think of as “organised chaos”. Sure, it was a complete mess, but he knew exactly where everything was, and despite his mum’s nagging, that was what mattered to him.
“My parents are on my back all the time” Jono explained, “They’re quite irritating when it comes to cleanliness. It’s why I have the treehouse. I spend more time there than here, but I can’t leave my laptop outside. Take a seat.” Dylan did as he was instructed and perched himself gently on the side of the bed. He didn’t want to ruffle the perfect bedsheets.
“You can make yourself more comfortable than that” Jono noticed Dylan’s caution and laughed affectionately. Dylan smiled and made himself comfortable, lying down on the pillows on the right-hand side of the bed. Jono dropped onto the left-hand side, rolling over to face Dylan. They met eye-to-eye, and shared a moment of silence, simply admiring each other. He looked at Jono’s beautiful face, and all of a sudden, a horrible vision shot through his mind. He envisioned Jono’s body, lifeless in the spot he was on in that moment. Worse still, he was covered in blood. The bedsheets were drenched, as were Dylan’s own clothes. He looked in the mirror and saw the horrible sight of his werewolf self. He shook his head. That wasn’t going to happen, but while he still could, this was Dylan’s chance to make amends.
“About last night” Dylan began, preparing his words mentally.
“You don’t need to say anything” Jono cut him off.
“No, I do. I owe you an apology. Drew, he can be a bit…forceful” Dylan explained.
“Forgiven” Jono smiled, before laughing, “Is he really your cousin?” Avoiding the question, Dylan moved in for a kiss. He had been waiting all day for this and didn’t want to drag it out any longer. This time, while the kiss felt as incredible as ever, Dylan felt differently in himself. Jono was his anchor, and it was lodged firmly to the seabed. He felt Jono’s hands ruffling through his already untidy hair, and it felt like nothing he’d experienced before. He unbuttoned Jono’s shirt, gently slipping it off his arms without breaking the kiss, and Jono did the same to him. Dylan adored the feel of their nicely toned chests against each other. Any idea of the wolf making an appearance was slammed shut behind an imaginary door in his mind. Jono broke the kiss for a second.
“Are you alright about this?” he questioned.
“I’ve never been more alright about anything” Dylan responded, “You?”
“Same” he grinned, leaning in for another kiss. However, among the scent of Jono’s cologne, he noticed a familiar smell. One he’d smelt before. Just once. On the night he was bitten.
The alpha’s here, Dylan thought, trying not to allow his worries to ruin the moment.
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