As the school bell rang the end of the day, Shannon did her best to pack and leave the school quickly. She couldn't escape what had happened earlier, and she desperately wanted to join with the rest of her pack. As she stuffed books and clothes from her locker into her pack a strange bristling sensation prickled up her spine. Her nostrils flared and she had to fight the urge to growl as she sensed the presence of another Lycan. Not one of her pack though. She whirled around, ready for battle, only to stop still at the figure in the door. Mr. Wakes, the school's daytime janitor stood in the door. HE was tall with long shaggy hair and beard, piercing black eyes and a hooklike nose. He smiled, "It's alright pup, just me."
"You?" She blinked. "You're..."
"Yes, though not quite the same as you." He extended an arm as feathers formed along it. "I don't mean you harm."
Shannon gulped, still on guard, "What do you want?"
"Well, first off, its a fine how do you do to know others of my kind are around, albeit furred ones instead of feathered. Second, to see if I can help you. I could sense your distress in the gym, and I know you've got others, maybe some girls you recently turned? You should be careful with your gift, not all Lycans like others of our kind."
Shannon stared at him, and felt her fingers curve to claws. Her mind raced as she tried to decide what to do.