Episode 6:How to Hide a Werewolf
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Episode 6: How to Hide a Werewolf (In a School Full of Monsters)
Kai woke up with a mouth full of fur and the unsettling feeling that he had drooled on something sacred.
“Morning, beast-boy,” Nox called cheerfully from above. He was lounging upside-down near the ceiling, reading a tabloid titled “Specter Weekly: Ghosts Who Glowed Up.”
Kai rolled over, groaning. “Please tell me I didn’t eat anyone.”
“Nope. You just knocked over a cauldron, ate a dreamcatcher, and barked at the moon for two hours.”
Kai sat up, ears twitching—actual, fluffy ears. “This isn’t a phase, is it?”
“Nope,” Nox said, flipping a page. “Your DNA signed a lease with the moon. You’re officially a part-time werewolf.”
The realization hit like a thunderclap. Kai was no longer just the “new kid.” He was Moonblooded—a hybrid mystery wrapped in a supernatural prophecy with fang privileges.
But there was one huge problem.
No one at Nightmoor could know.
The prophecy was still secret. And if the wrong people—like the Headmistress or the vampire council—found out, Kai might end up in a cage. Or worse… a prophecy trophy.
First mission of the day: blend in.
Kai slapped on a hoodie, pulled the drawstrings tight, and tried not to wag his tail as he shuffled into Creatures & Culture class. Lira sat across from him, looking like nothing happened.
“You’re twitchy,” she said under her breath.
“I’m trying not to shed.”
“Control the beast,” she whispered. “Or it’ll control you.”
Professor Skreeblat, a bat with a monocle and a habit of hanging from the projector, fluttered into the room.
“Today we’ll discuss the evolutionary superiority of shadow trolls and why they make excellent baristas.”
Kai took notes. Or tried. His claws ripped through three notebooks.
The only real break came when Lira slipped him a calming root she’d “borrowed” from the herbology greenhouse.
“Chew this,” she said. “Keeps your instincts from turning your brain into soup.”
He chewed. It tasted like dirt and regret, but it worked. The growl in his chest faded to a manageable purr.
At lunch, things got worse.
The vampire twins—Lucien and Vex—cornered Kai near the soup cauldron.
“You smell…” Lucien sniffed. “...weird.”
“New shampoo?” Kai tried, but his voice cracked like a cursed violin.
“You’re hiding something,” Vex hissed. “We can taste it.”
Lira appeared behind them, cracking her knuckles. “Back off. He’s mine.”
The cafeteria went silent.
Kai blinked. “Wait, what—”
She yanked him away by the hoodie, growling under her breath. “Had to say something. Vampires respect territory.”
Back at their table, Kai rubbed his temples. “Is there a class where they teach you how to be a half-werewolf without ruining your social life?”
“Yeah,” said Nox, floating by. “It’s called Drop Out and Live in a Cave. Optional credit.”
That evening, Kai stood alone on the academy roof. The moon peeked through the clouds. His reflection shimmered in the glass.
He saw the claws, the eyes, the untamed potential inside.
He wasn’t ready.
But the world wasn’t going to wait.
A voice behind him spoke softly.
“You’re strong, Kai. But you’ll need more than strength soon. You’ll need allies.”
It was Professor Thorn, the shadow-magic teacher. She handed him a sealed letter.
From the Council of Nightkind.
Kai opened it.
And read:
> We know what you are.
We are watching.
Choose your path—before we choose it for you.
- Writer
