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    Jason stared up at the rain as he stumbled down the street, his heavy backpack on his shoulder. He needed to find somewhere to stay. BUt he couldn't exactly ask a stranger to let him stay.
    He changed his mind, however, when a loud clap of thunder tore the silent night air. He pelted up the walk way of the nearest house, and pounded on the door.

    Will heard someone at the door. "Who the f*ck at this hour?!" He turned on the porch light and opened the door. "Uh, hi?"

    "Hi, uhm...I'm Jason. Jason Holles. Or Jace. Or Jas. Whatever. I uh...kind of have no place to stay. Just got to the city. Don't have cash for a hotel. Could I...stay here? I'll only sleep. One night. Won't eat, drink, and I'll clean up the mess from my wet clothes...please?" Jason begged.

    "Thank you! Thank you so much, sir!" Jason exclaimed as he stepped inside.

    "Call me will." he said. He closed the door. "Your room can be here." he said, walking downstairs and opening the guest room.

    "Nice to meet you." Jason replied politely.
    "Oh...I don't mean to impose even this far, taking a guest room. I'm ok with the couch, relaly!" He protested

    "Well. I uh. don't have a couch... So. guest room it is i guess. You need somewhere to put your stuff." he said.

    "The floor works as well. I really don't want to impose, Mr.Willl." Jason said politely.

    '...Alright...thanks again, sir." Jason mumbled as he shrugged his backpack off

    Jason gave off a small yawn as he collapsed onto the bed and straed at the ceiling.

    Jason glanced out the window, and immediatley regretted it.
    As soon as his eyes met with the large, circular, white shape of the moon, his blood ran cold. He felt his body stiffen, and his eyes went wide, as a low growl sounded at the back of his through. He slowly arced her back as sharp pains flew through his body, his bones elongating, becoming more canine, his teeth growing sharper, hair growing everywhere. He fell to the floor as the pain began to lesen, then let off a soft growl, before he howled at the moon.
    His first werewofl transformation stung like a b*tch.

    ason growled as he stood up on his hind legs, and moved towards the closed door, ripping it off its hinges and chucking it down the hall as he padded outside of his room, sniffing.