(This is another request by @TrashMammal72 ! I hope you enjoy another request of yours!) 

Satoru's P.O.V: 

I hurry back towards the Werewolf Hunter facility as I bash through the doors and into the laboratory. All the scientists look at me then back at each other. Shortly turning to the time on the clock. 

"I'll... just get ready for some more samples again tonight, as always..." I simply say as I start to run to the supply room, I throw open all the drawers full of bandages and ointments in there own little organized sections. I growl in frustration as I lose myself and I throw out the entire self as the small bottles of ointments break to the impact of the ground. 

'Damnit... where are the needles?!' I think to myself in frustration as I continue to rummage around the entire supply room. I stop at a cupboard to see all the shiny silver empty, unused shot needles in rows stacking on top of each other. I grab a handful of them as I check the time in the darkness of the supply room. With only the light of a single light bulb on the roof. I read on the clock... 

'6:59' 

'It's going to happen soon...' I think to myself as I quickly take one needle in my hand and I aim the sharpest point to the flesh of my shoulder. I can feel the gaze of the security cameras burn scars into my back. I feel the sudden pain run through my entire body as I quickly force my hand forward, straight into my skin the needle goes. I lift the end of the shot in me up as I can see blood slowly fill up the shot. I gasp as I force the shot out, I place it aside as I see my fingernails turning black and sharp. I manage to grab a second empty shot as I do the same process. However I trace the needle down to my lower part of my right arm and I stick the sharpness into myself. I scream in pain as I struggle to keep it up, as I also transform into a Werewolf. I hate my life here at the Werewolf facility. But, I have no where else I can possibly go... 

(Y/n)'s P.O.V: 

I walk towards the Werewolf Hunter facility as I hear that Trevor... A little brother like friend to me... needs some help with something in the facility. Which honestly even for me is rare as right now I literally have zero clue to what he needs help with. I push at the doors to the facility as I head to the dorm rooms and I walk towards Trevor's dorm. I knock on his dorm room door as I wait for a response. I hear from the other side of the door open slowly as I see Trevor's red eyes looking into my (E/c) eyes. He opens it more widely as he leans on the door frame looking at me. A sincere smile on his face. 

"Hey (Y/n)! Glad ya came... now... that thing I needed help with..." 

"Yeah, what'd you need my help for anyways?" I ask in curiosity as I lean my head slightly to the other side. Trevor smirks at me as he still leans on the door frame. I slightly rethink about meeting up with Trevor as I chuckle out of nervousness. 

"Don't think I don't know what's going on with you and Satoru aye?" 

My heart skips a few beats as all I do is stare at Trevor with a mischievous smirk on him. I feel a blush crawl up my body and land into my cheeks as I curl my lips inwards. Trevor still smirking in victory. 

"S-Shut up Trevor! H-How are you so sure?!" 

"(Y/n)... literally everyone in the facility knows about your affection to Satoru, just admit it... Ever since you two became good friends when I introduced you to him, you've always had something between you two." 

Damnit... why is Trevor always onto everything that's going on?! Seriously, sometimes I just give into the fact that he knows everything and everyone in the Werewolf Hunter facility. I sigh as I finally stop hiding the truth from everyone and myself. 

"Damnit! fine... I... I-I do sorta maybe have a crush on him..." I admit aloud in case Trevor's bat ears can not pick up the words I'm saying. 

"Well... it's fucking finally that someone like Satoru gets someone as pretty/handsome like you! Damn, sometimes he's just too shy and a stuttering mess to get anyone! Not to mention that he's to shy to make any friends aside from the two of us. Anyways enough of me telling you obvious shit. Now go and tell Satoru about your feelings! I'm sure he'll accept them!" Trevor exclaims to me as he pushes me down the halls as the two of us go towards the laboratory where Satoru works as a professional Werewolf researcher. Though... how does someone normal like Satoru know so much about Werewolves when no other Werewolf researcher in the world can make it to his level? 

Guess Satoru's just that good with his job. 

"Hey! Satoru! The hell are you?! (Y/n) wants to tell you something!" Trevor cries out as I can feel pure embarrassment drown me. I groan softly in annoyance as most of the scientists in the lab and even the Werewolf Hunter leaders of the facility block the door to the supply in the back of the laboratory. I watch Trevor walk up to the leaders with that typical, fake dark face on him as he stubbornly looks up at both the leaders in front of the supply room doors, blocking them off, "Assholes! Where the fuck is Satoru?!" 

"He's busy in there..." 

Trevor takes a moment to glare at them some more until the realization pops into his like a firecracker. The glare on his face pales and calms down as he looks over his shoulder back at me as he awkwardly clears his throat and comes back my way. 

"Um... Maybe in the morning or so you can tell him... maybe now isn't the best time in all places." 

"Trevor? What's wrong? You rarely sound this nervous with anything..." 

"Look, let's just go and I can take you home safely..." 

"Trevor..." I say firmly as I stay in my place. Trevor tries to push me forward out of the lab but I still stubbornly stay where I am. Trevor only moving me in extremely small amounts from where we are. He gives up as he looks at me. 

"Fine fine fine... I'll explain all this to you but we need to go to somewhere a bit more... private." Trevor informs me and lowers his voice at his last words. I nod to him as we move away from the lab and leave the facility to the outside of the night. Oddly, we are more far away from the facility then what I expect. Trevor finally stops as he turns around to me, a hand on the back of his head as his ears bend down slightly. 

"Trevor? Why are we all the way over here? I don't think we needed to move that far away from the facility to just tell me this!" 

"We... really actually need to be this far away to tell you. As there is some visitors in the facility tonight, like every night... Anyways, Satoru hasn't told you something... important..." Trevor explains to me softly as he sighs heavily. 

"Hiding something from me? What's that?" I ask. 

"Satoru knows a lot about Werewolves then what anyone can achieve. Because... he's a Werewolf himself..." Trevor confesses to me as I gasp slightly at his confession. So... Satoru, the sweet, shy, and very smart teenage boy I love is a Werewolf? "Satoru never wanted you to know because he was afraid you'd be afraid of him then. Since he doesn't want to lose neither you or I, as we're his only friends in the entire world. But trust me he's really not a bad guy!" 

"Satoru's a... Werewolf... then, how is he working at the Werewolf Hunter facility without being killed instantly?" 

"Well... Satoru never liked Werewolves. Even though he is one himself, Satoru is the rare type of Werewolf where they aren't savage. So, he tried to convince the Werewolf Hunter facility in Japan where he lived that he's different from all the other Werewolves and saying that he can help them try to eliminate and kill all the savage Werewolves, and save all the non-savage ones so they all can reproduce to instead make all non-savage Werewolves. Then everything would be at peace. Unfortunately... No one buys him and only lets him work here because Satoru is willing to donate all his Werewolf DNA to the facility," Trevor explains sadly as he releases another sad sigh, "It's me mostly that I have to defend Satoru from other Werewolf Hunters. Also, the facility never allows any of the Werewolf Hunters share about Satoru being a Werewolf. As that will drive everyone crazy..." 

"I DON'T CARE IF SATORU MIGHT BE A DAMN WEREWOLF!" I shout to Trevor suddenly, his ears perk up to me as his eyes also widen in surprise, "SO WHAT IF SATORU IS A WEREWOLF?! I STILL LOVE HIM AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!" 

I take a deep breath as I finally calm down and I look at Trevor. His eyes still a little shocked but mainly proud like and happy for me. 

"Heh... looks like damsel Satoru is going to get his wolf ass saved by a (Prince/Princess) (Y/n). I'm sure you two are going to be amazing together..." Trevor admits to me as he chuckles under his breath for me, "Anyways... you better get home. I'll make some type of meet up for you and Satoru tomorrow. Confess to him right there then alright?" 

I take a moment to rethink what Trevor is telling me. So... I have to leave and go home when Satoru is going through all of this?! Sounds pretty bullshit to me, but, I guess there is no other choice right now. 

"Alright then... thanks Trev's. I'll just head home then..." I simply say as I walk around Trevor and I move forward to the route of my house. I replay everything that Trevor informs me. Satoru... one of my closest guy friends, the nicest and softest boy in the whole Werewolf Hunter facility, turns out to be a Werewolf this entire time? 

'Can we actually work out?' 

In all cases, all couples that have one Werewolf in the relationship. They immediately break up and never talk to each other again because of the fear of becoming a Werewolf or the fear of death from the one they love and trusted so much. Thoughts swarm my mind like bees as I groan in frustration. 

'I hope we work out...' 

Satoru's P.O.V: 

I hit the wall of my dorm room as the Werewolf Hunters look at me with disgust as they slam my door shut and lock it from the inside. I hear the sound of a lock from the outside lock me inside as I hear the Werewolf Hunters mumbling to each other about me... 

"Why isn't this Werewolf killed already?!" 

"He's probably only useful for the fact he stabs himself with needles for Werewolf DNA samples for the scientists..." 

"Shut up... Truth be told, I think he's only saying he's a 'non-savage'. But in reality he knows himself that it's all a lie.."

My wolf ears bend down as I feel sadness and loneliness sink into my heart. Why does no one trust me when I say I'm not savage like a typical Werewolf at nighttime? All I can trust is Trevor Courageux and (Y/n) (L/n). I wish (Y/n) can be right here with me, but... that's no way possible. I'm a Werewolf, and (she's/he's) a normal person. After all... All I have on my side is my intelligence on Werewolves, all thanks to the curse that I have, which of course increases the facts I know about them than anyone else in the world. I slowly stand back up to my four paws as I weakly crawl up onto my bed and I lay down. I look at the fun pictures (Y/n) and I have together on my push-pin board with other small notes and things. I smile for a moment, then that soft smile turns into a frown as I realize my stupid fantasies. (Y/n) and I are never becoming a thing. I already can taste the bitterness of rejection on my tip of my tongue. I simply give in my hope as I rest my furry head onto the pillow of my bed. I squeeze my eyes shut as I can only imagine the sour look on (Y/n)'s face whenever I confess to (her/him) my feelings about (Y/n). 

'It's not possible, what kind of person or cartoon would date a 'savage' Werewolf like me?'