You were a werewolf.
It was a simple fact of life, although you'd yet to have your first transformation. At 20, this was exceedingly unusual, but hey, natural borns couldn't have all the perks. Your mother was the same, and she had her first transformation around now. Perhaps tomorrow, on the next full moon, you'd experience the blessing of your people. The delay actually made you envy those former humans who'd be transformed by another werewolves cursed bite, since they'd be shoved fully into the curses arms, transformation and all. But you took a deep breath, and took your delayed transformations as a sign of a strong and powerful wolf form brewing within your flesh. You already had all the perks of a werewolf, just not the best bit. Strength and good health, keen eyes and even smell.
You did smell a bit like wet dog when you got out of the shower. Whatever.
You were tall and athletic with a shaven head and sharp features with a notable nose capable of sniffing down anything. You played all kinds of sports, but eventually found satisfaction in going to the gym with friends. You were also alone. Both now, as you walked down the beach located behind your remote, country home. But also in life. Your parents, the ones who'd raised you and assured that you would be safe from hunters and the like, died in a simple and stupid accident. Some drunk drove to fast, swerved to fast and wham! You now had the family home in your name.
You sighed, feeling the sand between your toes as you walked bathed under the moonlight. It was relaxing, and soon the troubles of your families, your 'packs,' death became numb. Then your keen senses picked up a scent. You sniffed the air again and sniffed a strange smell again. It stunk liked dried seaweed, but clearly was alive. You couldn't explain how you knew that it was alive, it was just werewolf things. A humming under the smell that suggested a pulse. But whatever it was, you knew it was tired.
You picked up your stirred, now curious, and peered into the nighttime ahead. The moon was clear enough that your gifted eyes traces the beachline, pining down the source of the smell, to a thin bundle of person curled amongst some dried seaweed. A wave crashed and splashed close to their feet, although they did not stir. You hurried your steps and sprinted to them.
As you come to them, the smell of the sea sprawling from out them, you stopped, somewhat shocked and then sympathetic. The poor thing, a young man about your age, was sprawled naked across the beach. His curls were soaking wet, his limbs lean and his body completely exposed. He also appeared to be much shorter than you. His body was devoid of body hair, sparing his pubic hair and his head of curls.
You looked around, somewhat hopeless as what to do, and then shrugged. You wondered the cause of his nakedness, where he came from and especially the stink of the sea coming off him. You recalled one post-full moon your family finding a new werewolf unconscious in the trees lining the back of your property. While somewhat awkward, you took him in for the evening, gave him a bath and a warm meal and welcomed him into the local community. You'd presume this was a similar case, safe for the fact the full moon was tomorrow. There was also something different about the guys 'energy.' It was a different vibe than you'd expect.
Still, you couldn't leave him here, and another part of you figured getting the police involved would spell trouble.
You didn't care much for nudity, having seen other werewolves strip down in the midst of a transformation. It was a simple fact of life that there were people with dicks, breasts or whatever. You didn't think much on it, unless the nature of it was explicitly sextual in nature. But others weren't so accustomed to the werewolf attitude. Helping this guy was one thing, but being spotted carrying a naked guy would raise more questions that it was worth. You began to take off your tracksuit pants, hoping to throw at least something on the guy, until he begun to stir.
You took a step back, and immediately the lad sat up staring you wide eyed and silent in the face.